Before going to sleep last night, I placed my cell phone on the nightstand beside my bed. The weather forecast had called for 4-8 inches of snow overnight, the girls were certain that school would be cancelled, and I wondered if my morning classes on campus would be impacted.
Our campus doesn't shut down readily. I can count on one hand the number of times weather has disrupted any university activity over the past decade.
But today, it happened. Today, I woke up, rolled over, grabbed my cell phone, and squinted into its bright screen to read the text alert that the university would be operating on a two hour delay.
I'm still wearing slippers. We've already baked cupcakes. The neighbor kids have come over. They're building a couch-cushion fort in the basement while the snow from their boots melts onto the floor mat at our front door.
It's as good as a snow day as they come.