Take that, Hobgoblin of Little Minds!

Monday, 8:13 PM - I dislike snow. It decreases the likelihood someone may want to drive me to Boston.
Monday, 9:57 PM - I like snow. It is very peaceful out, and I am going for a nice walk.
Monday, 10:16 PM - I dislike snow. It makes the ground into mud and climbing hills is slippery.
Monday, 10:22 PM - I like snow. It is beautiful and everything around me is beautiful.
Monday, 10:41 PM - I dislike snow. It makes things cold. My butt is very cold.
Monday, 11:46 PM - I like snow. It's the only way to properly appreciate a good cup of tea.
Tuesday, 11:06 AM - I dislike snow. I should shovel the steps. I don't want to.
Tuesday, 11:14 AM - I like snow. Main Street glows in the "Beautiful Berkshire Spring."
Tuesday, 11:17 AM - I dislike snow. Bitterly. As it bitterly stings my face.
Tuesday, 11:58 AM - I like snow. I laugh to myself as I trudge to work.
Tuesday, 3:01 PM - I dislike snow. I have to get to the bank in all of this.
Tuesday, 3:14 PM - I like snow. The town is sparse and sleepy, and we're all in it together.
Tuesday, 3:37 PM - I dislike snow. I have to walk backwards to see, and my ear is frozen.
Tuesday, 3:38 PM - I like snow. There is only me and the world, and I kick up snowdust with every step.
Tuesday, 3:39 PM - I dislike snow. Sidewalks are too deep, only the street is walkable.
Tuesday, 3:44 PM - I like snow. I look out the window, and it continues.