I’ve been waiting for this morning for quite a while.
One night last week, when a winter weather advisory was in effect, a friend remembered her own middle-school-era sleep-interrupting potential-snow-day excitement.
“I’m still that way,” I said, and it’s true, maybe because I’ve been stuck in seventh grade for eight years now. That night, with the winter weather warnings fluctuating seemingly by the hour, was a restless one for me. I dreamed about snow and a free day and not going anywhere, but to no avail: come morning all was calmly bare.
I did better last night, and didn’t lose (much) sleep over the predicted minuscule snowfall…until around 3:00 a.m. when I looked out the window and saw it. But then I saw some pickup trucks driving down the road at normal speeds, so I kept my excitement in check and had only mild restlessness.
But now a full day stretches out before me: I’m going to make a batch or two of the world’s best pancakes.
