So much for my dream of skipping the blizzard and having 90 degree weather. The good news, after 9.5 inches of snow is that I do love snow days. Craig had to go to work, since he is within walking distance; I'm home with a napping Murray. It's so peaceful. Our fabulous neighbors plowed our driveway, and it's fun to watch everyone in the neighborhood climb out from under the snow (in a good way). It reminds me of my favorite movie, "Grumpy Old Men". Yesterday, we ventured over to my in-laws, got stuck twice, but made it home safely. I haven't seen a storm this terrible since 1997.
Anyway, I'm off to nap myself. What better way to embrace a snow day than a nap?