A foot of snow Monday. An ice storm last night. Trees falling into people’s homes and streets. Roads closed, power out, and we expect to be without for 3 days. Understandably grumpy people everywhere in this town. However, we have it better than most. We have a generator, sized to power the entire house… I just have to walk through a small stream to feed it gas every few hours. So, when I think about it, I’m blessed. We’re all safe, we have all the comforts of home, and we have transportation to take us anywhere we want to go. As much as I complain about winter, I do kinda like it…to a degree. The air is crisp, the snow is beautiful (and fun if you have a jeep), and it adds a little bit of excitement to the daily grind. I guess whatever you’re dealt, you should notice the good. But, why do i feel so mean?