We haven't had one lick of snow this year, which is freakishly abnormal, and even though Nadja is throwing a winter-hating party it's slowly destroying my soul. I look forward to at least one snow day each year as a perfectly acceptable excuse to call in dead to work and play like a kid. No snow = no day off. All work and no play makes grumblies a dull miserable girl.
Ice storm is pretty and yet, also unacceptable.
TWENTY YEARS DUNGEON, WEATHER.