This is my least-favorite month, because its cold, dull nothingness seems to drag on until May (loosely disguised as March and April, not stellar months, either). I like cold weather more than most people. I like snow, turtlenecks, cocoa, soup, and extra blankets. I even like dark, cloudy days. But, sometime in February, I will eventually have enough.
Harris and Possum's tableau sums it up nicely: