Watching snowflakes

I did, indeed, get my much anticipated snow day. My manager called at 7 a.m. to let me know that work would not be open and to stay home. No argument from me.

I hung up and snuggled back under the blankets, soaking up the luxury of being able to sleep in until 9 a.m.

I woke up at noon, buried under a pile of very happy cats. (But can anyone tell me why the heaviest cat always has to lay right across my knees, effectively immobilizing me)

In defense of my laziness, I didn't get to bed until 1 a.m. the night before (I'm usually asleep no later than 11 on work nights) and then I tossed and turned until well past 3 a.m. I was thinking about all the things I would do if I did indeed get a snow day and my brain just didn't want to shut off. I'd also indulged in far too much caffeine that evening.

Anyway, among my plans were to:
1) Clean my studio (it's still in a terrible state, and I keep putting it off)
2) Sew some jammie pants (from the fabric I got just before xmas)
3) Maybe tackle my quilt
4) Finish sewing the Summerlin I started for my niece MONTHS ago.
5) Bake cookies
6) Clean my fridge
7) Do the eleventy billion loads of laundry that have annexed my closet
8) Knit most of the charts on Bitterroot
9) Finish Beaker (needs legs, arms, a lab coat and tie)
10) Start my second Blackrose sock.

So, yeah, not exactly a realistic goal, but had I not slept half the day away, I might have been able to accomplish at least half of it.

Despite sleeping so long, I could have made some serious headway if I had really tried.

Instead, I made some hot chocolate, plopped my butt on the couch and watched the snowflakes fall as I knit away on Bitterroot. I'm now done Chart B. It's easy to look at a shawl chart and think - hey.. that's only 20 rows, it can't take that long, all the while forgetting that each row is getting longer and longer. Only four more charts to go.

I did manage to get a couple of loads of laundry done between rows, but the invasion force of underpants, tights and towels is still in full control of the closet.

As for the storm, it wasn't quite as bad as they predicted, but obviously still bad enough to put a temporary stop to things. All the schools were closed, as well as many government buildings. Mom and Dad both got into work, but got sent home when the mail truck couldn't make it from the sorting plant to the post offices.

The wind was really howling through most of the night, and as I understand, that's when the worst of it came.

At 7 a.m. it was still blowing strong, but by noon the wind had mostly died and Environment Canada had called off their "blizzard" warning.

Snow continued to fall throughout the day, and from my window, it was pretty and peaceful. Out on the roads I'm sure it was another matter.

I'm not sure what the final snowfall was, but judging from my lawn, it was about a foot.

By tomorrow morning, the roads should be plowed and sadly it's back to the real world, where I can't sit around in my pajamas all day. (Unless I win the lottery tonight, of course!)