Yesterday, I woke up, rolled out of bed, and checked my email. There was an email from our church alerting us that, due to the crazy snow storm that had rolled in overnight, church would be canceled. Here it was, seven thirty in the morning, and we suddenly had absolutely zero obligations or places to be.
I never got dressed yesterday; I spent the entire day in my pajamas, and it was delightful. I made blueberry muffins and put stew in the crockpot. I finished three books.
Then, in the early evening, I went into the bedroom and saw the red light on my cell phone flashing that I had missed a call and received a voicemail. I listened to the voice on the message identify itself as the assistant superintendent for my school district and announce that, due to the snow, school on Monday was canceled. “Repeat, school on Monday, December 21st has been canceled.”
Since I went to school in Las Vegas where snow basically never happens (except last year when it delayed our trip to Vegas by a day), this is my very first snow day ever. If that’s not a lovely way to kick off the week of Christmas, well, I don’t know what is.
Today, I may muster my strength and scrape off the car so I can go return my Redbox movie and check out “Julie & Julia.” I also am dangerously close to being out of Honey Nut Cheerios, so you can see why I need to leave the house. I also have library books that are due.
Poor Bart waited in vain for a similar snow day call from his office. Alas, he was forced to brave the snow and walk to the T stop.