Almost no work got done today, between discussions of the impending storm, and plans for tomorrow, when we are getting possibly 12 inches of snow. This year is shaping up like last year, with snow every other day, beginning December 1st. The first reaction is weary. Already we (I use the term loosely) are tired of shoveling, but we need to also remember the beauty of this season: fresh snow in the moonlight (we don't really see the sun after daylight savings kicks in), the fresh scent of dry air at 10 degrees F, and the sparkling jewel that was my car in the parking lot tonight, encased in a quarter inch of ice.
All afternoon there was the nostalgic stream of school closings. My children used to tune in to the local radio stations, waiting (usually fruitlessly) for the Madison Schools to close. The few days this happened were legendary and wonderful; time home with walking errands only, all activities cancelled, the drama of major weather occupying every thought. Today at work, I could feel the yearning. If the office doesn't close tomorrow, there will be some 500 severely disappointed adults. We might have to all just call in sick.
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