All last weekend, the meteorologists in the Midwest were predicting the coming of the apocalypse. Snowpocalpyse, the Twitterverse deemed it to be. Or the Ice Storm of the Century. Or a blizzard. Or a bunch of other ridiculous names that I completely appropriated for myself and started throwing around all over the place.
I believed the hype.
Oh, weathermen, how you tease!
I guess the storm changed course sometime in the night and instead of 18” of snow as predicted on top of the 1” of ice, we ended up with 2” of icey/sleet/stuff and maybe 2” of snow.
But it was enough to get me out of work on Tuesday! This is big. For those that know me in real life and what I do for a living, my company NEVER calls a snow day. Basically, we are expected to be adults, leave early, drive slowly and not drive a convertible that can’t drive of snow, because seriously, you live in Missouri.
Getting that email on Monday night, I believe the skies opened up and choirs sang. I was *so* excited to enjoy a snow day like all my friends in academia have been experiencing over this snowy winter.
I ended up getting up early (silly body clock) but it was still glorious. I watched the last episode of the latest Masterpiece Classic – Downton Abbey – and blogged, uploaded pictures to Facebook, and snuggled with my husband on his snow day too.
It was lovely.
Although he was off Wednesday as well, I was required to show my face at the office. He dropped me off because our car is in the shop and let me say, being chauffeured to the office? I could get used to it. :)
So even though this whole blizzard thing turned into sNOwmaggedon, that’s ok. Because I enjoyed the random Tuesday at home.