Add these to some of the many reasons I'm not a mail carrier. Today I woke up to the odd pitter-patter of freezing rain flinging into my windows. I was then greeted by the more pleasant sound of the phone ringing to tell me we had a snow day.
I like snow days. I think the teachers like them more than the kids. I was thrilled to not have to brave what would have been a slippery and (as I am surrounded by giant SUVs who think they are invincible) scary ride. And since we live in a co-op, we don't have to shovel. (The Professor does dig out my car, for which I am eternally grateful.)
Unfortunately, since this winter has decided to get all out of control, this is our third snow day. We have three snow days in our calendar. It is only mid-January. So, while I enjoy a day off as much as the next gal, this doesn't bode well for vacations, which start getting pulled the next time all that freezy stuff decides to fall from the sky.
I do need to remember to thank my mail carrier the next time I run into her, though...