I think the snow is pretty, I don't mind driving in it too much, and it doesn't stop me from being outside, either running, walking, or cross country skiing. I don't get Seasonal Affective Disorder. But honestly, I'm starting to feel like I'm in the movie Groundhog Day.
So far this winter, we've had over 120 inches of snow. And schools were closed just once. When it's not snowing, I feel like it should be snowing.
Went to bed last night, it was snowing. Woke up to see this outside the front door:
Looked out the kitchen windows to see this:
I'm just starting to feel like I'm on a different type of treadmill.
That is all.