Here in this part of South-Western Ontario they declared Friday February 8th 2013 to be a snow day. The radio broadcasters talked about Snowmageddon and other such hyperboles. The flat truth is that it’s been a pretty energetic storm. We got twenty-five to thirty centimetres of snow in less than twenty-four hours, which for this area in the past four or so years is an impressive total. If you’ve gotten more than that, I don’t want to hear it, what I got is more than enough as far as I’m concerned.
Local residents with snow-blowers and entrepreneurial spirit have been able to augment their income by servicing neighbours driveways and sidewalks. Local malls and other businesses, usually open later on a Friday, closed early and sent people home at about 18:00. The region I live in declared a snow event, which bans parking on the street and encourages residents to curtail all unnecessary travel for the next twenty-four hours.
That’s not the best part though. After work Friday morning, I came home, shovelled four inches off the driveway, ate anything that didn’t move too quickly, and went to bed. As a reminder, I work the night shift so my days and nights are reversed to most people. I got up about 13:30 to get a drink of water, but it was still way too early to get up. While shuffling back to bed, my mother called my name from the other room. I was dimly confused by this call; she knows my schedule and knows that, although I was vertical, I was still sleeping.
I mentally shrugged and shuffled over to answer her hail.
“Grmpph?” I asked. Translated, this means, “Yes mother, you called?”
“Work’s been cancelled tonight.” She replied, “We got a call about 11:00, saying they’ve cancelled the afternoon and night shifts today on account of the weather.”
“Cool.” I replied. Meaning, “I’ve heard your report and will begin processing it as soon as system resources come on-line.”
I then reversed direction and returned to my bedroom, flopped back into bed, pulled the covers back over me, wiggled to find the warm spot, and relaxed. It was at about this time that the three or four neurons previously responsible for navigation and motion, released from their previous duties, began to process the recently supplied announcement.
My eyes opened, ‘Snow Day’; instant three-day weekend. Thursday night some of us had entertained ourselves by counting the days until the next one and now we have an unexpected free one.
I bounced up out of bed, short of sleep or not, I’m not going to waste a free day off by sleeping for pity’s sake. I’ve read some books, petted some cats and a dog, drunk some hot chocolate, surfed some internet, and generally goofed off. In short gentle readers, I’ve had a wonderful mini-vacation.
So, assuming continued electricity here, I’ve got nothing to do and an extra day to do it in. If you’re in the same boat, here’s a salute and pass the popcorn.