Well, so much for affecting the disorder. Drastic cold calls for drastic measures. Let's see about changing the season. Isn't that why they invented spring break? The same urges that send birds south compel another Google search. The result seems to good to be true. The water temperature is 80 degrees in St. Thomas right now, and big silver jets make the journey every day. The temptation is strong, but what would it take to actually get there? Nothing is impossible. Do I have the will? Or do I secretly enjoy my misery? Do I allow it to smother me like a security blanket, or do I have the strength to cast it off fearlessly and make for lower latitudes?