- Youngest child wore his bright red plaid pajamas inside-out, surefire guarantee of the snow day.
- Mama and said boy did the Wild Happy Snow Dance just to make sure, with appropriate whooping and wheeling about... It looked rather native American this time. Must've been the 1/16th Mohawk popping out (his, not mine, but evidently contagious.) I would think the snow would obey even a bit of fierce Akewesasne Mohawk, and it certainly did.
- Visibility: dratted poor, especially when shivering and wet at the bus stop.
- Snow: deep and falling fast, at the moment fine flakes but filling the air with an artistic southward slant.
- Plows: excessively busy, buzzing and jingling and getting stuck on our corner with a great racket. Cheerful.
- Schools: all closed it seems, from more than an hour below us in Binghamton to Delhi to Elmira to Cherry Valley and Adirondack points north.
- Except: our neighbor Milford (getting out early) and us (nobody's saying.)
Now I go off to write and make podcasts...
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Photograph credit: snow lion courtesy of Nikola Hartmann and sxc.hu.