It snowed last Saturday. Serious snow, snow that shut us in for the day.
Most years, we get one or two snow days like that. A few years ago, I decided to count such a day as a respite, a day to restore my soul. It is tempting to see it as an opportunity to attack the to-do list. But the necessary work will somehow get done, and the combination of fresh snow and quiet pleasures renews my spirit.
Thank you, Lord, for your bounteous gift of a snow day.
I have a lot of snow days now; days in which I simply can do no more than have a cigar, and read, because it hurts far too much to move.
For me to invite a cigar to my snow day, it better smell like chocolate.