I am grumpily, though warmly and safely, at home in New York City right now. I was supposed to be visiting my girlfriend this weekend, in Boston. I had a ticket for a 10:00 Amtrak train, which would have gotten me in at 1:40. Last night they announced that the T (Boston area mass transit) would stop running at 3:30, and by this morning I decided that I would rather visit another weekend than risk being stuck at South Station; trying to find a hotel room near the station; or, worst, getting stranded somewhere between the railroad station and my girlfriend's house, if the buses didn't turn up on time.
Somewhere around noon I started second-guessing myself, and had to remember that I didn't just stay home to be safe, but in order to not spend several hours fretting about whether I would get there, or what would happen if I didn't. (Spending the weekend snowed in together would have been tolerable, if not our first choice.)
I suspect I will be more annoyed if I wake up tomorrow morning to six inches of snow than to sixteen, regardless of how much snow Boston gets.