Imagine the glee I felt at the constant chatter of an impending winter storm. A chance snow day. A chance I was crossing my fingers (toes and legs) to have happen. I so badly wanted a quiet-interruption-free start to my week to get that feeling of being accomplished had.
Saturday the Post-Dispatch posted this weather report
Being in the "go crazy folks" section I immediately started a pot of gumbo and mixed a mai tai. And I waited. Waited for the ice. The sleet. The snow. But mostly for that text from work saying "snow day." Some time between Ellen's twitter crashing photo and the Oscar presentation for costume design, that text came. I have never wanted a snow day so badly. My wish came true.
I left work today with that feeling of accomplishment. A calm that every week should start with, easing into the crazy. And so I say.
I'm ready. Bring on Tuesday!