The fourth best thing about being a teacher is the rare, random gift of a snow day. That would be fourth on the heels of Summer Vacation, Christmas Break, and Spring Break. It took me 2.5 seconds to run and complete a jump-dive back under the covers when I received the news this morning . . .”School will be closed Tuesday, February 9th due to inclement weather.” Yahoo! A day of total freedom was dumped into my lap and I was a kid again.
Although I didn’t sleep long, I savored the opportunity to hunker back down and pull the covers up to my chin. I lay there enjoying the aroma of coffee wafting back from the kitchen until I had this overwhelming urge to get up and write. I knew what was awaiting me: a freshly brewed pot of coffee, a snowy scene of birds seeking breakfast, and my laptop. I could stay in my jammies and write this morning!
It’s been awhile. Like since August. I had to reset my password and enable my browser cookie (whatever the hell that is) before I could begin. I miss my morning routine of blogging like one would miss a dear, old friend.
I had a plan. Once I returned to work, I’d write every Saturday. Hasn’t happened. My post-cancer-treatment-post-menopausal energy level allows for work, family, friends, and working out. Sadly, writing time lost her place. Today, however, I’m enjoying one of life’s greatest gifts–an sudden, unexpected day of freedom. For me, that equals an opportunity to write.
If you’re not a teacher or someone who otherwise enjoys the benefit of an occasional pearl of freedom, I wish you somehow delight in that total unabashed, kid-like joy that comes with the early morning announcement, “Snow Day!”
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