Snow

The older I get, the more convinced snow that makes life hard in general.  It's not just that I hate driving in it (but I do) or that it makes work busier (but it does).  Everything seems to be harder to accomplish when it snows.  I opened the front door today and looked out at the mailbox, about 10 feet away, and then looked at our sidewalk to the mailbox which is covered in about ankle-deep snow and decided it wasn't worth it, I'd just wait for Nathan to shovel.

You have to put on extra clothes to go outside now.  You have to make sure to pull the car in if you don't want to spend 10 minutes scraping and brushing.  I've don't even think snow is pretty anymore, just a nuisance.

I really miss our 50 degree January days!