The forty-eight hours Fox News spent so tirelessly forewarning Ohio of imminent danger were not in vain: the White Doom is upon us. Woke this morning to heavy snowfall, Christmas post card thick flakes everywhere. Aaron has the morning off and University of Dayton classes are cancelled until 4:30 when, unfortunately, my class begins. Here’s hoping the roads prove too formidable for even the late night classes.
In the mean time, what to do with a day? I feel I should celebrate by baking that banana bread I’ve been promising to make—or at least by throwing out the three bruised, blackened bananas intended for the bread in a Spring Day in Winter cleaning spree. I could tackle that Russo novel I’ve been reading since December or make that thank you card that’s overdue.
But here’s the kicker: when you work from home seven days a week, a snow day is not all that different from a regular day. What excuse do you have to avoid work when your office is four steps from the fridge and five from the bedroom? So in all likelihood, my snow day will most likely be spent doing precisely what I do on any given work day.
If you’re tempted to feel sorry for me just remember: as a part time teacher assigned to a single evening class, my every other day is a Saturday. Weeks of Saturdays: a forever summer. So you don’t owe me any pity.
Hey, Sis,
Sounds like you are either:
1) In Charge, or
2) Retired
If 1), well,follow standard operating procedures--Give yourself a raise in pay and take the day off.
If 2), Well, take another nap. Thats what I do!
See ya soon! :)
Grandpa Pierce
Posted by: Walt Pierce | January 30, 2009 at 10:18 PM