For the third day in a row, I'm writing about the weather.

It's currently 26 degrees outside. On Sunday and Monday, it's supposed to get to 3 degrees. As much as I always say that I want cold weather and that I dream of snow, I'm kind of freaking out a little right now. Jeff and I were originally going up to Lake Texoma for Valentine's Day and we were going to stay up there for about a week. With the bad weather, we've decided to put it off until next weekend. With the cold and the icy roads and the Texas drivers, it just seemed like the right thing to do. Whatever doubts I had about doing that were erased this morning when I woke up to the news that there was a 100-car pileup on I-35, the result of an 18-wheeler sliding on the ice.

As much as I love snow, I'm so nervous about what's going to happen when this cold front arrives. I'm especially worried that everyone around here is going to lose power. I have this fear that I'm not going to be able to post any new reviews on Through the Shattered Lens or Horror Critic for like 5 days or something and, when I finally get back online, all of the site's readers will have moved on.

And I know it's kind of a silly thing to worry about, especially when you consider everything else that could go wrong. For some reason, I keep flashing back to when I was 19 and I totaled my car. I was driving in the rain, going down a slick street. My window fogged up, I crashed into a parked car in front of me and I instinctively turned the steering wheel so sharply that my car flipped over. Suddenly, there I was, upside down in my car. When the windows shattered, a piece of glass nicked my neck so I had blood running down my face. I pulled myself through the shattered driver's side window and, once I actually got outside of the car, I decided that I needed to walk home and let someone know what had happened. I was in such a state of shock that it didn't even occur to me that I was lucky to be alive, with only a few cuts and bruises. Instead, I was just walking down the sidewalk, blood flowing from my neck. Fortunately, the cut on my neck wasn't a serious one but I still probably looked like a refugee from a horror film. An old woman came out of her house and grabbed me, telling me that she had called an ambulance. She led me over to her porch. I sat down and I started to cry because I stop thinking about how much it was going to cost to get the car fixed. The car, was of course, totaled but I wasn't thinking straight. I was in a state of shock.

That state of shock -- that's the way I feel right now. I can't focus on how bad it could actually be so I'm obsessing over the least important concerns. Right now, half of me is looking forward to romantic Valentine's Day at home, snuggling and watching movies and just acting like an old married couple. The other part of me is just convinced that the world's going to end on Monday morning.

I hope I can calm myself down because my heart is racing right now.

Of course, if I wake up on Sunday and the sun is shining and the temperature outside is anywhere above 32, I am going to be so annoyed. If I'm getting worked up over nothing, I will not be happy.