I was snowed in three days last week—didn't leave the apartment at all. Last night Jared came in (after running his truck into a snow bank) and announced that he simply wasn't going to school today. (He repented later.)
It's gotten to a point where the idea of leaving home in a heavy snowstorm with a layer of ice already on the road just doesn't sound like fun any more.
So this afternoon when Akron had a blue sky, the wind died down, and the temperature shot up to 15, I felt like I was in heaven.
Snow depression. We eat too much, sleep too much, spend too much time on the computer, drink, and generally hate ourselves in the morning. I'm feeling guilty because I haven't done all my grading. It's probably time for the gym—a warm, brightly lit place where I can move around.
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