We finally got our snow day. We were predicted to get at least 8", and on Wednesday school was canceled preemptively. And then. . . nothing really happened. It flurried. It was cold. That was it. Sam and I walked to Pilates, had fun, flittered about. But no real snow. I got cranky. I walked around declaring "This storm is a DUD!" And then. . . natured payed me back. It *really* started to snow. (Well, for Asheville, which doesn't generally get much.) By Thursday morning we had at least 8". I was supposed to be working, but instead I tried to just enjoy it. It's beginning to occur to me that, at age 11, my time is getting shorter rather than longer for Sam to want to play with his parents, and I better soak it all in and have fun. And that's what we did.