As I sat in my bed reading the other night, the wind started howling and the temps moved steadily up the gauge. I thought at that time that I should have been more specific when I complained to god about the boring winter she’d sent us here in Anchorage. I wanted a good blizzard, snow swirling, cars sliding, heads bent low trying to walk to the car through deep drifts. I did NOT mean a rain storm. For goodness sake, it’s friggin’ January in Anchorage!