Snow Day

What does a 52-year-old man do with a snow day? I suppose I could go out and play in the snow--build a snow man, make snow angels, pick a snowball fight with the nest of redneck, dead-end boys who live with old Pete in the cul-de-sac. I suppose I could go the park and walk in the snow and pretend that I'm walking miles to fetch medicine or a doctor from somebody ailing in a back bedroom, just like the old mountain days. I suppose I could find some abandoned parking lot laid out in front of some abandoned out-of-business strip mall, or the parking lot at my church, and spin mindless doughnuts for an hour or two. (Will front-wheel drive vehicles with anti-lock brake systems do doughnuts?)

Instead, I think I'll go back to bed for a little while. Then I'll watch an episode or two of Battlestar Galactica (the more recent version). Maybe I'll write a little bit, if I can gather enough shreds of concentration and moments of privacy. Maybe I'll what the first of the Lord of the Rings movies, which I've wanted to do all Christmas break and didn't. Maybe I'll read the rest of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.

But it's back to bed first!