I like cool weather better than hot weather (although the desert in the summer does have its charms, too). And I like snow.
But I don’t have a job. No job means no medical coverage. No medical coverage means that if I’m injured, I’m in trouble. I can’t risk skiing right now, and it’s slippery to walk on. This snow is useless to me.
The thermometer on the back porch reads 40°F, and there’s rain. It’s melting the snow. Not only that, but I’ll burn a little less propane as well.