Sometimes God forces you to take a sabbath day, or in this case a whole sabbath weekend. This snowstorm was perfect. It didn't start until late Friday night. The bulk of it came on Saturday, when we had no plans to be anywhere.
Yesterday, we spent the day indoors. My other half fixed a leak in the bathtub. I graded Critical Thinking papers. We watched The Departed (not a feel-good movie, by the way). Our roommate had a friend come over. We stayed up late talking to her and watching videos of Sex and the City. By the end of the evening, she decided to just sleep at our house.
It's not snowing right now, but everything is covered with a blanket of the white stuff. I'm sure I won't like it when we start trying to remove the snow from our driveway, but for now, I'm enjoying curling up at home with a cup of tea.
After several weeks of business, this is a perfect treat. I'm doing things at my own pace and I'm really liking it. I also think my attitude is shifting because my business of the month of February has ended. Yesterday, I hosted chapel with a VP of Minnesota Public Radio. It was a very full day. This week, I don't have any major meetings or events scheduled, although I have enough to do. There is no staying late at work.
I haven't looked much to see if anyone got hurt this weekend. I feel like we had so much warning that this storm was coming that sensible people should have prepared for it and not driven anywhere. The storm in Minneapolis is also not as big as they once said it would be. I don't think we have more than 10 inches of snow at our house. It's worse further south (as I understand it).
Usually, I'm not a big fan of snow, especially nearing the end of winter. But this time, I'm gladdened by it.