Seriously?

Tomorrow is the start of spring break. There is a morning of staff development, but essentially spring break begins with jeans and a sweatshirt, at eleven o'clock tomorrow.

Except it snowed this morning. Fat fluffy flakes, the kind that are so magical.

And the two hour late start transmuted into a closing. A closing, the day before spring break, with deep fog, and assignments due at that very last minute (now, clearly, postponed).

I suppose I had wanted a snow day, and here I am, sitting at school, my contacts floating around, a snow day coming down around us. Somehow it's not as magical when you are not at home with your husband, stinking of the snow plow and chasing the dogs in the muck.