I feel like I want to complain. Last weekend we were away for our winter trip. I remember going skiing during these trips when I was younger. But we haven’t had anywhere near enough snow in recent years. This year, after the holiday, on my first day back at work and I wake up to see a couple of centimeters of snow.

The thing is, even if there was lots of snow while we were up north, I probably wouldn’t have done any form of winter sports. And even though the snow did cause me some trouble getting the car out onto the main road, I still managed it. In the end, these things didn’t matter.

Not only would my complaining have no effect on the weather, the weather ultimately had no effect on my plans.