I need a real, retro snow day.
Once upon a time, if it snowed—really snowed—I ended up with a day off. If the busses couldn’t run, if the streets were not clearable, once the local weather man declared it a snow day, or I got a call from the office phone tree—I could crawl back into bed and pull the comforter up to my chin until 10! When I finally got up, I could putter around the house in thick socks, flirt with Philip, drink cocoa by the fireplace, watch daytime tv or old movies or read or putter without guilt, since I had a free day off that was completely unplanned.
Today, if it snows 11 inches and the streets by my house are not cleared until late in the day if at all, schools and businesses and offices in a 60 mile radius are closed and my driveway looks like Siberia on a bad day–I still am able and expected to work.
It is one of the few times when technology turns on me.
When once I would not have been able to get my voice mail, now it is delivered to my email inbox as an attachment, which goes directly to my smartphone. When once I would not have been able to access work files, the Cloud and our VPN let me work on any file, anywhere, any time. All of the things that make it possible for me to be productive on the road come back to bite me when the weather is awful and the fireplace alluring.
I miss the random Tuesday of the homebound luxury of being out of the office with no way to get to work.
Now, to get a snow day, I have to schedule it!