Well, as much as this has blown since November, it doesn't compare to the soul-rending horror that was January '13. That continuous, unyielding, relentless suckage on the back of the worst winter in Boston's history had even the coolest customers swinging from the Tobin. I am not ready to wave the white flag on this winter yet. That said, if we hit Feb 1 and I still haven't cleared 10" on the season, I'm all in favor of a March '12 style torch in which to ride off into the dewy, nape-tanning sunset. Hell, I've already got bees coming out of hibernation and daffodils starting to poke through the leaves in my garden. Might as well add a few girls in sundresses to the mix.