Timeless weekend

Weekends are usually reserved for running errands, attending mandatory events related to family (sports, social, or otherwise), and (hopefully) recharging after a typical suburban middle class drone 40 hour work week.

Unless it snows 20 inches.

Then the cars stay put, we sit around and spend time with each other, catch up on so many things that we're typically "too busy" to do, and have a lazy good old time. Time goes by the wayside; the days are much brighter due to the reflecting sun on the snow, and I quite possibly gained a few lbs., given the amount of food I consumed. Gotta keep the calories up to fuel the shoveling. I would insert the perfunctory photo of the snow covered landscape here, but we've all been bombarded by the endless accounts on the local news, so there's no need. I've never seen such happy meteorologists.

For its uniqueness, this was a great weekend.