When my kids were in nursery school, they were taught to sleep with a spoon under their pillow to bring on a snowy day.  As I write this Monday evening, I have decided to sleep with a spoon under my pillow.

It has been so long since we have seen any real measure of snow, two years or so if the reporting today had been correct.   I miss it.  There is always something so peaceful about watching the snow come down and fill our back yard.

Of course, the ever unpredictable LIRR and other commuting inconveniences are problematic. But, let’s ignore those for now.

I see a big pot of coffee in my tomorrow morning and hunkering down to work remotely with my fuzzy socks on.

I hope you all enjoy the snowy day with me.