Snow Day

Big snow today. John had a snow day and I had a work-at-home day. I was restless at first—always happens. I dream of a day at home and then the reality is that I don’t know how I want to use it—too many possibilities. I was starting to fuss and feel frustrated with myself –should I read, write, research, do errands? Try to get to a meeting? Try not to?

Then it hit me: there were so many days over the years when we’d wished for and fantasized about being together on a snow day. It wasn’t possible and it gave those past snow days a kind of sad tinge.

But here we were now-- together, alone, snowed in.

I shook my head, turned up the heat, took John to bed --and turned up the heat. No more frustration.