Snow Days

We've had a fair bit of nasty weather. Except for when the university persists, our general mindset for winter weather is, "bring it on!" We buy in bulk, get milk every Monday, and keep gas in the car so we are very rarely "those people" that the whole world hates (but how can the whole world hate them when at least half of the world is made up of "those people"?) who are out and about junking up the wintry roads with their emergency Wal-mart runs. Two weeks ago, we had a good chuckle because we were those people, the ones who some how had no toilet paper OR milk in the whole house on the day that it was -4 outside. Pshew. This week, we had no such nonsense and remained at home for the duration.

I did get six of my drawers reorganized and did a total overhaul on my linen closet. I sound like such an exciting person, I can't stop myself. Julian kept affirming me, saying that snow days aren't about getting things done. Technically, I was supposed to be working from home so I didn't have to take an annual leave day, but there is only so much you can do when you have to choose between emails and snowman shaped marshmallows. Productivity guilt haunts me. When my routine is disrupted, I sit in a chair and stare at the world and think about all I should be doing, and what I didn't get done, and how I could have gotten so much done if I weren't sitting in the chair. Having a case of the "doo-dahs", my old boss would call it.

At least the birds and I reached an amicable agreement. If they would get over their fears of coming in from the yard, I would provide them unending supplies of seed in exchange for not having to traipse through the snow to feed them. With high temps in the teens and more snow on its way, I think the birds and I will be getting along this way for another week or so, at least.