But it won't last forever.
Today the snow is coming down in huge, gorgeous flurries. Milo sleeps in the corner, our fake fireplace/space heater is roaring, the candles are lit, and I have time to read through emails and write here. I celebrated the end of the semester yesterday, both because I couldn't last Friday after hearing of the shootings, and because it took a while to slough this one off. Milo and I ran seven miles in the foothills, the snow sticking to our eyelashes and eyebrows. We came in to the house slow, sore. But I felt like this effort marked the end and that I could take a few days off, finally, without angst or guilt. Because if not now, when? The tenure package is in. My deadlines can wait. We're home as a family all next week. So why not take a few days and live more slowly now? Why not have a few hours where I can do whatever I want instead of having every moment dictated by the do list?
The snow offers a perfect excuse to stay in, too. Hope you are cuddled up wherever you are today.