A snow day is a rare, rare thing in my world. One, I live in a place where snow in massive amounts just doesn't happen all that frequently (which, because I'm a cranky grown-up who despises having to clear off her car and/0r to drive in snow, I have to say is an improvement on my hometown of Cleveland and an improvement on the Northeast, where I went to grad school). Two, although this place, not having the frequent massive snows, doesn't do terribly well with dealing with snow in any amount, the president of my university is from the upper midwest. Let's just say he doesn't often believe that a storm is "worthy" of a snow day, even if every area school is canceled and students won't be able to attend their classes either because they can't get out of their rural driveways or because they have to stay home to deal with childcare stuff or whatever.
But last night, I prayed - prayed - for a snow day. Dude. I need to catch up. On reading, on napping, on things like figuring out my grade book for the semester (for we are in week three), research for my upcoming conference paper, working on my revise and resubmit. I've been working like a maniac, and just one extra day, I thought, would be the thing to get me back on track.
My prayers, my friends, were answered. The world is a winter wonderland - one which I can enjoy by looking out the window. Now, I think I'll have some coffee and some breakfast, and then take a snow-day authorized nap. Yay!!!!!
1 year ago