I don't have SAD, I have MAD

I was beginning to wonder if I have Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) because this weather has got me crawling in the dumps.

But I don't have SAD. I'm sure of it. I have MAD.

I am mad because I hate snow.

I hate cold.

I hate that it takes twice as long to get anywhere.

I hate that a semi-truck, caught on a snowbank, almost rolled onto my car as I waited at a stoplight yesterday.

I hate wearing 20 layers -- and still being too cold.

I hate slush. I hate wet mittens.

I hate walking my dog when the wind and ice are cutting my face and my dog is pulling me in short bursts across icy sidewalks.

I hate not knowing how many new inches are going to be on the ground every morning when I wake up.

I hate not knowing when this is all going to end, but knowing that it is nowhere near soon.

See? I vented. I'm MAD, not sad.