I have become a wimp

It has been a month since our temperatures have gone above freezing for more than part of a day. It was 28 degrees this morning when I walked the dog. It snowed again yesterday. People ten miles to the north of us have had no electricity for seven days. The museum where I work was without power for 5 days. Two families have been reported dead from carbon monoxide poison from running generators inside their houses.
I was born in Boston where winters are always cold and can be hard. I went to college in upstate New York where the snow began falling before Thanksgiving and we didn't see the ground again 'til spring, and were you could count of one week of 50 below temperatures. It snowed the day before graduation on June 2.
I am puzzled by my reaction to this one hard winter. For years I have lived in the more moderate temperature of the Mid-Atlantic. All I have really suffered this time is lost work days and freezing temperatures. I am not living in an unheated unlighted home; I can walk to the grocery story if necessary. And yet I am becoming more and more immobile. I can't write, I can't cook or do dishes and I am barley caring for the animals.
I have become a wimp.
On the other hand the sheep think this is perfect weather.