I used to live where it snowed, and I often got called out to work in the middle of the night (medical emergencies). There is nothing quite like getting dragged out of your own sick bed (one time with walking pneumonia) and into a roaring blizzard in order to deal with someone else's illness. Snow is pretty when you don't have to work in it or commute through it. Otherwise, it can be a royal pain in the tush. On the whole, I'm feeling pretty smug about spending my later years working from home in warm weather.

Could be worse, could be raining.