It's frigging snowing, and it's not even Thanksgiving yet. I love snow, but I don't love what it means. An early snow like this means it's going to be a long, cold, hard winter. It's going to mean getting stuck in 3' of snow having to dig my car out. It means skidding and sliding on the road, endangering myself and everyone around me. It means delays and flight cancelations.
But it also means skiing season. Beautiful wintry landscapes. Fireplaces.
And it's getting closer to my book's release.
I guess I should be happy.