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Now is the discontent of our winter.

Last Saturday was supposed to be the start of spring, but it feels like we’re still in Forever-uary, while winter threatens to march from March into April and maybe July.

We’ve been living through a Festival of Winter Weather for almost five months now, ever since that first huge snowfall on Nov. 9.

The festival has continued non-stop with a white Christmas, Snowmageddon January, flash-frozen February and a March cocktail of blizzards, whiteouts, blackouts, ice storms, sleet, slush and my cold tush.

Also days so windy that recycling bins on my street were flying around like confetti, while seniors were advised to stay in or be blown away.

Overall, there has been way too much weather, and every day is as unpredictable as the inside of Donald Trump’s mind. One day it feels like spring, and the next we’re back in January again.

To cope, we have all been repeating comforting phrases like: “At least it’s a dry cold.” (Sure.) Or “Thank goodness it’s sunny.” (And -25.) Or: “It’ll be over soon!” (Will it?)

This week, even diehard winter fans have hung up their ski socks.

Most winters, we have a social........

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