Weather worries...

All my life, I have behaved like a farmer, that is, looking over my head and wondering what the weather would be. I was, and still am, a “weather worrier.” The ailment is perfectly justifiable; my economic life has always hinged upon having enough snow to ski on, and even today, it continues to be the case with no end in sight.

Like a special breed of people, I generally never worry about elements that I control, but always tend to get down in the dumps for issues that are totally out of my control. This, of course, makes absolutely no sense and has to stop. As a matter of fact, I will quit worrying for the weather starting tonight because it has just begun to snow. Just mark my words!