This is my deck this morning. A week before Thanksgiving and I’m still at home because work has a delayed opening due to snow. I know a lot of people are complaining that it’s too early for snow, but if we are going to keep getting precipitation I would rather have this than more rain. At least the snow gives us closings and delays and a chance to pause and relax for a bit. With rain we keep going as normal, just in terrible conditions. Unfortunately, the rain/snow line is getting perilously close to my house and soon the nice, white, calm snowy day will turn back in to what we’ve had all year – heavy, flooding rain. I will trade my nice, calm snow delay morning for a terrible, wet, slow evening commute home.
So, I am not complaining about the snow. I’m enjoying the nice respite from work and wet before everything goes back to normal.
I have not had a proper snow day this year. I’ve had a couple of days when I got to report to work a little later than normal. I’ve had one day when I got to leave at one instead of five. It was nice having that little bit of extra time, but it’s not the same as a snow day. I have plenty of leave and I could use that to take a mental health day once in a while(I really should do this, both for my sanity and the sanity of my coworkers). I take regular vacations. I’m not someone who works all the time and needs the snow day to feel like I have permission to relax. I still want a snow day.
A snow day is different. A snow day isn’t a scheduled day off that you might end up filling with errands and housework. A snow day isn’t the same as a preplanned vacation with a destination or activity in mind. A snow day is a sudden, unexpected gift. A snow day is a day when you can justify staying at home and doing nothing(not that I should feel the need to justify that). A snow day gives your permission to relax and enjoy life. A snow day is a simple, quiet interlude in a busy, loud life.
There’s nothing like waking up and looking out the window to find a fresh blanket of snow on the ground and the anticipation of the texts telling you work and school are closed. It’s even better when the snow is still falling and you can spend the morning drinking coffee and watching the snow fall. I also watch the local news coverage of the snow with the closings ticker running at the bottom of the screen. I’m weird. It was more fun when the kids were little and we would spend the afternoon playing in the snow, but an excuse to never go out is also good. I don’t even mind shoveling the snow(unless it is a foot or more). I like the exercise and the coffee is extra good after being out in the cold that long.
A snow day makes up for the miserably cold weather of winter. I need a snow day. We have one more shot Sunday night/Monday morning. I’m trying not to get my hopes up, but I’m already anticipating the possibility of a break.
I was prepared to write a post today about running away. I thought I had plenty of time to do that because I was sure we would get enough snow to force at least a delayed opening at the library today. I was confident when I woke up and saw a pretty significant snowfall at my house. I was confidant that any minute I was going to get a text telling me to take my time getting ready. I was confidant as I sat and leisurely drank my coffee and read the newspaper. I was confidant up until the time we passed the magic hour when a decision would be made. At that point, I was confidant that I needed to go out and shovel the 2+ inches of snow off my driveway so I could get to work on time. I was actually early because no one else was on the roads today. So, this is what you get today. Maybe the regularly scheduled post will appear tomorrow.
I will leave you with a picture from outside my office. Significantly less snow here than at my house(where I failed to take a picture)