I've always found it somewhat pointless to complain about the weather because there really isn't anything that can be done about it. Most of the time, I just hope for the best--especially in the winter. Many winters, the snowy weather doesn't come until after Christmas, and the Arctic cold blasts don't happen until January. That, to me, is normal. It makes for a normal length for the season. Normal. I like normal.
This season has me worried. We--several Midwestern states--already have had measerable snowfall and single-digit temperatures in November. BEFORE Thanksgiving. This does not bode well for the rest of the season. It is barely December and not even officially winter yet, but the forecast has big snow and more single-digit-close-to-zero temperatures within the week. Suffice it to say, unless things change drastically, it's going to be a LONG winter.
In my situation, I try to stay stocked up on the things that I will need. My neighbor generally snow-plows a path up my drive and to my door. The grocery store isn't far down the road. I won't starve...but I do look forward to longer daylight. It's coming! It's coming!
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