Another cold and drab winter morning In Northern Virginia. I’m honestly tired of this nonsense.  Temps are finally up from days of lows in single digit degrees, though freezing rain last evening made for pacing the floor and nail-biting as I worried over husband and son making it home safe.  I didn’t like winter weather when I lived here fourteen years ago–the worry factor high among the reasons– and my feelings have not budged since.  Those eight years in Southern California quite possibly have ruined me forever against winter.  The only snow I want to see is in Hallmark Christmas movies. So now, as The Poodle slumbers in a chair nearby I am thankful for minutes of calm from intermittent barking that began early…