I know most of you were not happy to see the snowdrifts on Saturday morning, but I could not have been happier.
A good winter snowstorm means sweatpants and bunnyhugs (hoodie for those native Albertans).
It means a weekend of movie marathons, game nights and comfort food. (So much for that New Year’s resolution about being more active. Although three hours of Guitar Hero would be considered exercise in some cultures. Besides, the bathroom is upstairs so I could say I did some cardio on the stairmaster.)
It means the honey-do list gets put away for another weekend as there is little chance of heading out in the bitter cold to clean the garage or head to the dump.
It means appointments, commitments and even hockey games were cancelled.
It means I do not even have to get out of my pyjamas if I don’t want to — and I didn’t.
It means holing up with the family and making homemade ice cream, napping on the couch and reading in bed.
It means not feeling guilty for watching six hours of football followed by six hours of hockey because my wife is watching every season of Dexter upstairs.
It means I get to spend uninterrupted time with my family and recharge my own batteries.
It means fingers crossed for snow again this weekend.
