The local schools opened two hours late this morning, as they do when there is extreme weather. The definition of "extreme" has broadened to include temperatures in the teens (Fahrenheit). Where I lived for the last two years, temperatures in the teens constituted a heat wave. Seriously, people.

This is what I get for marrying a New England Yank and moving to Baltic Europe for two years. Now I figure it's not really winter unless you're up to your hips in snow and "daytime" consists of a maximum five hours of grey sky.
Want to cure your Seasonal Affective Disorder? Spend October through April in subarctic Finland; you will never whine again. You will also never understand why anyone would delay or cancel school, barring Yeti attacks.