I hate making decisions.   Snow forces me to make decisions.    Predictions for a week from now force me to make decisions a week in advance.   I don’t like changing my routine.   I go shopping for groceries on Thursdays, but since it’s snowing now – Wednesday – I probably won’t be able to go tomorrow because I won’t be able to get back up the driveway till Friday.

Okay, I could go Friday.   It’s supposed to snow Friday night.   That means the stores will be batshit on Friday.  Happy happy no joy.   Sigh.

Not being content with stressing me out three days in advance, they’re also talking about Monday.

I hate Winter.