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It’s the middle of February and we just had our first “snow” day last week. Schools were closed. No one was on the roads.
In the scheme of snow days, it was a bust. I live in New Jersey where six inches is a piece of cake. (I hear you chortling.) Twelve inches is a “Snow Day”. What we got last week was barely an inch with a freezing rain glaze.
Puny, but I’m always grateful for a snow day, especially one where you don’t have to shovel. I’d just finished correcting the galleys of my next mystery, and I’d finished the first draft of my next Brava book several days before. So far, It’s titled, Who’s Playing the Field? It’s about a baseball player and a sports journalist. Think Hepburn and Tracy but contemporary, young, hip and hot. I was tempted to get started on the edit, but I really need a few weeks off before I can approach an edit with a clear mind.
So I did the next best snow day thing. My daughter and I scraped the ice off the car windows and drove to the mall. No lines, no one in a hurry. The clerks were actually glad to see us. We had a blast. Then we took ourselves out to lunch.
Now this isn’t something that happens often, spending the day with your seventeen year old with lots of mutual oohs and ahs at the shoe selection without one argument.
Of course, as soon as we got home, she disappeared into her room to IM for the rest of the day. I picked up a romance and curled up on the couch. Another thing that doesn’t happen often these days. Seems with all the writing, it’s hard to schedule reading for pleasure.
I guess I’ll have to thank that puny snow day for the opportunity to kick back and enjoy. What do you do on those snowy winter days? What kinds of books make you feel warm and toasty?