We got a decent dump down last night. Enough of a storm that the internet completely died, and the power flickered in and out at various points throughout the evening.
Leaving me to of course cower in fear and wish for the roommate’s quick return home from a night out with her fiancé. Because it turns out – I’m afraid of the dark. Or more accurately; afraid of being home alone, in the dark, in the midst of an especially loud wind and snow storm.
It totally freaked me out. And all I could think was that there were not enough candles or wine in the house to make anything about that adventure enjoyable.
Thankfully, the lights stayed on the vast majority of the night, with only a few minutes here and there of blackouts.
And this morning, I woke up to all kinds of fresh new snow along with the glorious news that it would be a snow day.
For school age children of course.
I can’t help it though; I’ve been wishing for a grown-up snow day ever since.
Especially with the sun trying desperately to peak out this afternoon. We’re at the point in the year where we are getting less than 6 hours of daylight, and still a week to go before we start gaining it again. Going to work in the pitch dark, and leaving for the day in much the same makes those few midday hours of sunlight seem all that much more valuable.
But alas, grownups don’t get snow days.
Not unless you count the excitement that comes from driving to work on roads newly covered in snow and clinging desperately to the wheel in a naive attempt to keep the car from swerving out of your designated lane.
Which I don’t.
I’m ready though. To get out and play in all this fresh new snow as soon as I get a chance.
Which is probably going to have to wait until this weekend.
Because really, I might be just the teensiest, tiniest bit afraid of the dark.
