I’m Officially A Grumpy Old Man
Once, when I too was a little q, I used to love my snow days; longed for them, prayed for them, maybe even did a few snow dances in hope some pagan deity might have pity on me and induce a foot or more of snow that would shut down the world for a day or two. Even as I got older, it was nice to get those snow days. Who wouldn’t want a day off? Hell I lived in an apartment, I didn’t have to shovel the snow. But now, well let’s just say I’m fed up with the ‘snow’ days around here. So far they opened late of less than an inch. Closed before Christmas for a big …