Snow Day

I was transported back to being eight years old today...well, kinda. We had a big snow storm move in yesterday, really our first of the season. We were offered a fine layer of freezing rain that turned the road into a slippery bathtub, and then we were blanketed by some seven to nine inches of snow.

Awesome, or so the little boy inside me cried. Well, not really so awesome when you consider that I spend most of my days on the road.

I woke this morning to find the beautiful white covering and did what any working man without a teenage son would do. I strapped on my boots, pulled on my hat, and started blazing a path to my car door. That done, I got myself ready for work, and then went about using the path I had just made to go out and test the roads. I got as far as a half mile outside of town, found a couple of cars already in the ditch, and decided the trek to work wasn't worth it. Really, my main reason for getting to the office would be to then travel another 25 miles further east to where I had a meeting set up for 9:30. There was no chance of actually making it that far in that amount of time, so I turned around and headed home.

Fortunately, I keep a contact list with phone numbers and the like with me when I travel so the day wasn't a total loss. I spent the next several hours making phone calls and double checking on projects.

The snow day is giving Katie (whose school was cancelled along with everyone else's in a hundred mile radius) and me some time to do a few other things. Butlers was calling my name from about four different directions for one thing, and there is a few household things we will be able to catch up on. (It always amazes me how that laundry keeps piling up day after day as if we were getting more things dirty.)

I guess in the end I will have to give in to my eight year old self and enjoy the snow day even if I won't be spending the day building a snow fort or playing Nintendo.