I'm already dressed and ready to leave the house this morning when I notice a text message on my phone. After an overnight ice storm, the university has issued a two-hour delay. This isn't common. Our local school system doles out delays and snow cancellations with frustrating frequency, but the university is known for being hardcore. It's like Wal-Mart. It's always open.
But for two hours this morning, it's closed. I email my two classes and propose a new schedule for the rest of the week. Suddenly, all the morning's plans that had seemed important, like returning exams and moving ahead with the new assignments, don't seem as important.
I've already downgraded to yoga pants. I have no intentions of facing icy sidewalks today. It's a forced slow-down, and I'm accepting it. That schedule in my head? It's not so urgent anymore.
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