I have been getting very, very cranky at weekends if I've had no opportunity to make plans to get out of the house and make some photos. Fail to plan = plan to fail. Wandering aimlessly around London and/or Cambridge trying to spot something worthwhile actually makes things a whole lot worse as I know that when the film's developed, it's going to be a pile of sh!te, at best.
Therefore, I've had words with my other half and we've agreed that we will, forthwith, be planning to sally forth at least one weekend per month and, barring serious ill-health or a natural disaster that blocks our path, we will not be letting a bit of cloud, wind and/or rain get in our way. As a young man (and that was a fair while ago), I would take my camera out and up various fells and mountains - irrespective of the weather. In fact, I distinctly recall enjoying it more, the worse the weather got.
I have allowed myself to be too easily dissuaded from making the most of all weathers and becoming a fair-weather photographer. As much as I can definitely empathise with the sentiments above, I have to do something about the stifling ennui that falls over me at this time of year. I was not meant to hibernate.