Snow daze

As a kid, a snow day meant a lot of things: homework wasn't due for another day, you could build a snow fort in your yard, go sledding, or any of a hundred other outdoor activities.  As an adult, I'm finding that I am no less excited, nay, I dare say I am far more excited about snow days than I ever was as a child.  Strange as it is, a couple days ago when I saw the forecast predicting the blizzard of the decade, my mouth was watering at the prospect of finally having time to do laundry, clean up around the house a little, and throw in a movie somewhere. 

Something else I'm finding interesting about snow is that it seems to in some ways remind me of another ubiquitous white powder with an addictive nature.  I get one snow day and suddenly I start to twitch at the idea of having to go back to work.  I scan every weather website for the one that will predict snow with the highest probability.  I need it.  I start to reason it out in my head every way possible that there might be another day off - snow on the metro tracks, freezing snow-melt on the road, too much snow in the parking lots.  I'm weak, childish, and lazy.  Thomas Edison said that there are two types of people in the world: those who look forward to the alarm clock and those who don't.  Well, I realize all of these things and, you know what, I don't care.  I guess it's a good thing they're predicting another 12 inches on Tuesday.  If things work out, I won't be coming down from this fix for a while.


Picture of my car under 24 inches of snow to follow.