Complain, complain...

Woke up from a nightmare in which my sister quite deliberately let Loiosh run across a busy highway. He was right there next to my pillow and obviously safe, but still it set the tone.

Read something painful, thought-provoking, and necessary, then made a poor decision on how to deal with it, which has thrown me into an even worse mood.

Normally I don't mind snow any, but the grey isn't helping at all.

Want to go back to bed and try again tomorrow.