There is apparently a historic blizzard heading our way, if the amped up folks from the weather channel are to be believed. I’m trying not to get my hopes up because seriously, winter has been so very lame lately, and there’s no use getting excited if what we’re going to end up with is 38 degrees F and torrentially raining. I’m starting off with the grumpiness now, so it’ll be good and settled in by tomorrow.<\/p>\n
I shouldn’t complain too much, since this winter has been better than last. At least this year there’s been some<\/i> snow, though it’s been largely aesthetic rather than functional. Still, falling snow is a quiet and sparkly treat. And it’s even smelled like winter much of the time.<\/p>\n
The timing of this storm means there’s slim chance of a snow day. I would very much like a snow day, and on my walk home from work today thought about all of the things I would do if there were, somewhat magically, a snow day. Here’s my plan:<\/p>\n
– Sleep in a smidge, get up, have some coffee and breakfast.<\/p>\n
– Get some writing done. It should be the book, but I have some game stuff burning a hole in my head that it’d be good to get out.<\/p>\n
– Skiing! And sledding. In the park. Is Gus old enough for me to ski while he sleds? Maybe if I make him wear a helmet — that cement water fountain is right at the bottom of the best run.<\/p>\n
– Home and lunch and hot chocolate or tea. Maybe lunch before skiing\/sledding, depending on how long the writing goes.<\/p>\n
– Maybe a brief snooze.<\/p>\n