I awoke this morning with a throbbing hangover-induced headache.  I shuffled quietly to my bedroom window, drew apart my curtains, and focused upon a dismal reality, snow.  As an Alaskan, I have developed a sickness known as Gripey Pessimism, a disease every well-known Alaskan suffers from.  During the bright and glorious summers, it is much too hot and there are too many bugs.  The summer encourages vast road construction apparently bringing life to a halt. The sun blares down incessantly for 24 hours a day, robbing Alaskans of their sleep.  The fall weather is entirely cold and depressing with not enough bugs.  Spring remains unpredictable and disgustingly sloppy, again, with too many bugs.  Then, there is bloody winter, far too cold, far too dark, far too depressing, and absolutely no bugs.   When the winter months bring loads of snow, it is far too difficult to drive.  When some winters don’t bring enough snow, our houses are in lack of natural insulation.  When the whopping -40 weather rolls in, it is MUCH too cold.  If the winter has been mild and warm, it is far too icey.  We are never satisfied not matter what the weather brings us.  What’s that, is there a cure for Gripey Pessimism?  Why, yes, there is.  Just stop the whining!  Be happy and live with what the seasons bring!  Trust me, it could be WORSE.