snow anxiety

Once upon a time I lived in Utah. It snows there. And I would regale the natives with my stories about how IT NEVER SNOWS IN TEXAS. Except occasionally when it does for, like, a minute and they would close the schools for the day and we younguns would spend that day laboriously gathering up snow from the tops of cars in the neighborhood so that by dusk we could squelch together a muddy, muddy little snowman to sit on top of our mailbox.

Then what did it do last night? Snow! And I had to drive in it. And walk in it and scrape it off my car. And seeing those flakes flying at me in the light of my headlights reminded me so much of being in Utah, and all of that despair came flooding back and I immediatly began to feel as if I'd never see the sun again and we were in for at least a month of slush and snow plows and piles along the road of that ice that turns crusty on its outer layer because its been sitting there for weeks..and my hair getting all besotted with melting flakes, and my feet perpetually damp..having to strip off layers of wet woolen clothing every time you enter a building..I'd have to pull out my coat that I havent worn since leaving Utah A YEAR AGO LAST DECEMBER..

So imagine my delight when I woke up this morning and the roads were all dry (except for a few ice patches near the curbs). I even checked the weather. Sunny. High of 54.

Sigh. Relief. This is why I moved back to Texas.