Although I realize that my level of weather satisfaction is mostly irrelevant, particularly to the dastardly set of gods responsible for surface temperatures and icy precipitation, I've currently had it with this asinine non-winter, and don't really appreciate this past mid-week's snow-then-thaw tease that did nothing but raise our hopes and give us some frustrating cancellations to further flatten our spirits. It is currently 52 degrees and raining. And although I realize that most of the country is perfectly pleased with the lack of winter muck and freezing conditions, happily golfing and picnicking their lightly-jacketed-selves through January, it spells possible (definite, if it continues) financial ruin for our little ski business. My optimism was buoyantly teetering but afloat until now, but hell, eventually you have to open your eyes and just say howdy to the end of paid mortgages. If this is global warming, we are so totally screwed.