Adults enjoy snowdays, too.
The view from my front door.
In case you haven’t heard, the Northeast of the country had a major snowstorm. Meteorologists were quick to say it wasn’t a blizzard. Whatever you call that storm, we were pummeled with 12-18 inches of snow. No matter how soft and fluffy the weather channels say it was, it was still a foot and a half of disguised water that turns into ice. Digging out was not fun. I’m built to write, not shovel.
Of course, the pillowy precipitation wasn’t all bad. My campus was closed yesterday to give the facilities staff and the city plow drivers time to clear the roads, walkways, and parking lots. You know what that meant, right?
A free day! Woohoo! Sadly, fear of injury kept me from trying to sled down the hill in my backyard. And frigid below-zero temperatures made it unwise to make snow angels. Instead, I read, watched Columbo reruns, made a pot of chicken soup, and played with my dogs.
It was a glorious “not-a-blizzard”. The forecast, however, reports we should see one of those this weekend. Will the fun never end?
