Frustrated Superhero?

It seems that the past few weeks have blurred past me like a roadsign from a speeding car. What happened? And why am I so tired? Sometimes I wonder if I have another life that takes place while I am supposed to be sleeping, and someone smacks me with a dose of memory dust each morning so I don't remember. It would explain the aches, pains, and overall sluggishness; I'm not getting old, I have merely been battling demons and saving the world every night whilst mere mortals lie sleeping and unawares.

Today I read a blog by a friend who complained about the rain (yes, it's raining and 42 degrees...it IS Alaska, folks). We had 2 weeks straight of sun and (for here) warm weather. Never heard a peep from anyone. Bring on a few days of rain, and the complaints are a cacophony in my ears. Why is that? Why is it so damn hard to just wake up every morning and be grateful to actually WAKE UP. Appreciate that you are alive, and get over the damn weather. It's only weather. There are so many far worse things in life to contemplate than rain.

Fore example, you could be an intergalactic superhero by night, and you wake up exhausted but unable to remember the cool stuff you did, so you suffer the pains but lose out on the bragging rights.

It happened to me.