Thank You Snow Day

It's Monday and yet I'm home. I was ready to go, truly and walked outside to see the snow had been falling continuously since walking the dog. My lovely mary-jane docs were quickly sucking in snow- however powdery and lovely it may have been. And my car was still deeper.

I surveyed the parking lot. Hmmm, I'm leaving late, and the parking lot is still full. People ain't going to work today. I hate to use the last of my annual leave hours but damn. I don't feel like digging things out, not while the snow is still falling. And I sure don't have no shovel.

So I called the boss's line. No answer- she could be in a meeting though. So I called the branch line twice, and then her's again. No answer. So I left a rambling message about snow and shovels that ended with me concluding, "so I guess this is a snow day for me".

So here I am.

Which is a lovely blessing as even with three days off this weekend, I only dented my list. And just prayed for another day to whack this pile. Catch up with things. Vacuuming maybe? Dishes? Laundry? And don't get me started on all the projects in "the office"- the sweet space I made in the breakfast nook that I would take of a picture of if my digital camera hadn't died. I have so much to sort thru and deal with it truly is ridiculous. And yes I think maybe you understand why I don't blog as much very lately.

So here I am. And the carpets are almost mostly vacuumed. And the afternoon sun glowing golden reflecting off the snow and on to slatted streaks across this mostly-clean carpet make my heart feel warm.

It really was a beautiful beautiful day. The dog cried and cried till I finally took her out to race manic happy snow-circles around me. Catching snowballs and eating them. Racing till I couldn't keep up, and slid on my butt in the powdery snow.

Thanks snow day. Thank you golden sun.