I didn’t sleep too well. Maybe it was the apprehension preceding the snow day, though I wasn’t all that excited. It was probably the gusts of wind blowing snow against my window all night, making a distinctive sound. I had repeated dreams of someone unfurling a plastic bag, then woke up in a cold sweat. I find my purported fear of plastic bags slightly more disconcerting than the fact that I have nightmares about plastic bags.
So since it’s been snowing so much lately, mom got the idea to stop using the freezer and just put food in a cooler outside buried in snow. That’s why this morning, you would have found me knee-deep in blinding snow, one hand holding a bowl of cereal, the other shoved elbow-deep in in a snow drift searching for milk. By the time I actually found it, my Frosted Mini-wheats were actually frosted, as was every other part of my body.
Well, this Snow Day is only half over. I’m going to join my peers down at the maypole as soon as I’m done with my CWLT reading, which should be in May.