Brrr!

The ice-shower thunderstorm started around 4 this morning. Now Dallas is covered in the slick stuff, and all our plans for the day got canceled. We went to start a fire, but the wood was soaked. And we have zero graham crackers for s'mores, so I guess we'll just have to eat the marshmallows untoasted with chocolate sans the bookends.

The Super Bowl is in Dallas this weekend, and all the news commentators seem concerned for the Steelers and Green Bay fans, as if those folks would have difficulty with ice and snow? Uh, the big risk is not the weather; it's maneuvering around the Texans trying to drive in it.

I would love to bake a coffee cake and kick back, but my students keep sending emails. Which is a good thing. It means they're using the day to do homework.

My best snow-day memory: I was about eight. My four siblings and I sledded on the riverbank or glacaded down the bank on our fannies. I'd go inside with freezing hands, and Mom would warm them up, fill me with hot chocolate, and send me back outside. Do you have a favorite snow-day memory?