Complaining about the weather

I've been trying hard not to complain about the weather all the time, despite the fact that the weather often gives me so much to complain about. November is the worst thing about living here. It's almost always cloudy, with fog, drizzle, rain, or sleet as variations. It's dark, and it gets darker every day. The temperature hovers a few degrees above freezing, not counting wind chill, and it's often windy. When it's very windy, it gets cold in the house (don't worry, we have a fireplace and space heaters.) Mud is everywhere and will remain until it freezes. We usually try to go visit California this time of year, but that won't be happening this year. So I've decided that I'm not going to let the weather get me down anymore. It is how it is, and being unhappy about it isn't going to make anything any better. (I can't, however, promise not to complain about the weather anymore, because I think that may be one of the national pastimes here, and I wouldn't want to be left out of the primary subject for small talk.)

Here are some pictures from a couple weeks ago before the fall colors blew away.