I wake up at 10 in the morning and my room is deceptively as dark as it was at 6 o’clock. Looking out my window I see the vast slate of gray sky, and the steady precipitation of white ice crystals. It is the first real snowy day we have had this winter.
To me, this weather means that I will not change out of my pajama pant and sweatshirt ensemble all day. It qualifies as the perfect excuse to be as lazy as I want to. Any previous obligations are immediately surrendered by “I’m so sorry, I can’t even make it out of my driveway (much less my front door). I mean, do you see this snow we are having?”