Last night we were promised one of these epic snowstorms (Minnesotans would literally die of laughter if they experienced it). Trains were cancelled, meetings were rearranged, children put sleds next to the front door where their backpacks usually sat. The signs were all there. But this morning? Nothing.
Right now, we're in this agonising stretch of time that is completely void of bank holidays. That means we're all desperate for a day to shirk responsibilities, endlessly scroll instagram, and day-drink. And boy oh boy was I planning on day-drinking today! With a snow day comes that particular joy of giving zero fucks about the productive things you could be doing. When it's piling down outside, it seems perfectly reasonable to pop open a bottle of wine at 2:30 in the afternoon and get absolutely pissed by 6:00. Even if your to-do list isn't done. Especially if your to-do list isn't done! It's freaking snowing! Close the laptop and open the wine.
Alas. It wasn't to be. I've been crossing off tasks strong-arming the urge to drink until a reasonable time. Like 7:30. Or 6:15. (Shut up, you're not the boss of me!) And while I'm filled with that awe-shucks childhood feeling I had so often after our school announced it was business-as-usual and we were transported to class in a little yellow snow-globe school bus, there's still that itty-bitty bit of hope inside... Maybe tomorrow will be a snow day!