Which is totally unreasonable, I know, but I just spent 30 minutes chipping compressed snow off the sidewalks with a shovel. I'm allowed to be annoyed.
We also had to cancel some reservations we had for afternoon tea, because there's no way we're getting downtown today. I am annoyed. Currently, they are predicting another snow storm to come through next weekend as well. Double annoyed. Maybe later this month we can go?
Finally, I have written 20,000 words of the absolute worst story I have ever written. It's terrible. I'm loving writing it. No editing. No worrying about consistency. No research. Just me writing and writing. I'm trying out a couple of new techniques to see if they work from me (including a new word count tracker, a new method of planning stories, and some new writing styles). All of which require me to have a larger work to really stress test. So I decided to write a half-assed romance novel based in a fantasy world. I might have crap at the end, but I'll have had fun writing it.