I hate that I hate snow...

...but it's true. I've become a bitter, old journalist. And the thing is: I LOVE SNOW! Snow is like God's way of saying, "slow down and enjoy being right where you're are right now." I love the moment of walking out the door the morning after a snow and everything is perfectly quiet and blanketed in white. It's so pure and untouched. I love being snowed in and spending the day eating frozen pizza and cuddled up on the couch watching TV. I've always been the one hoping and praying for the snow to come, and it really gets to me that I now dread it.

Snow now means working long hours (and having to cut my Christmas weekend short), making the same phone calls over and over again for updates, sending crews here and there and back here again, tracking a billion accidents on the roads... It's not that I don't enjoy being busy, because I love breaking news. Breaking news is exciting. It's part of why I love TV news. Snow is not breaking news. Snow just means I have to be working, even if the only thing going on is that it's snowing.

Usually I only have to deal with this once a year and that makes it more exciting. I can still enjoy the only snow of the year, even if it means I have to drive into work on perilous roads when every emergency official in the state is telling us to stay off of them and spend the day inside making phone calls and updating the news. But we are now on our FOURTH snow of the season! And it's only January 10! For years we've always had our one good snow of the season, and it made that snow special. Now I hear snow and I'm thinking, "you've got to be kidding me."

It hasn't started snowing here yet, but it looks like it's coming any time now. I'm sitting at home on my couch now thinking about driving in on those icy roads in the morning. At least going in at 4am means there aren't going to be many other cars on the road, so you're less likely to have any sort of an incident. If you slide across the road, odds are you aren't going to hit anything! There's the silver lining!

I told you, I've become a bitter old journalist.