We had a bonafide snow day today in the great state of Kansas.
It brought out shovels and purple salt, snow plows and humans outs in their tundra boots and puffy jackets.
There was so much of the white stuff that my sweet boxer refused to play when I let her out, keeping a fourth paw up at all times. My boys took turns shoveling and sledding, creating boot prints and trails that lasted less than five minutes before a wind drift covered any evidence of their progress or mayhem.
I wrote and I crafted, read and caught up on my to-do list.
I fired up the kettle at least three times, the oven at least twice. The stove, well, too many times to mention. The laundry was flipped over and again. And though I swept, it doesn't look like it, since the ins and outs of wet boots and bibs and jackets has made my entire first floor look like a mud room. A mud first floor. Is there such a thing?
Still, despite the busy, I rested. Though I even got on the treadmill, I rested. Not being forced outside, to leave my abode, to take me away from the priority of now--of the important--made me that much more productive as well as rejuvinated.
So, as much as I'm sure I'm in the minority, I am quite excited for the snow day that's been called for tomorrow.
Have a safe and warm night!