The alarm went off at seven o’clock this morning, just as it does every morning in our house (except Fridays). I staggered out of bed. “It’s dark,” I said.<\/p>\n
It was indeed dark: not just because the sun rose at four minutes to seven this morning, but because the clouds were thick and heavy and dark. Something was hitting the skylight.<\/p>\n
“It’s raining,” I announced authoritatively, still swaying slightly and waiting for my eyes to fully open and come into focus.<\/p>\n
“No it’s not,” said Carol, her voice muffled by the pillow. “I’ll bet it’s snowing. It’s supposed to snow this morning.”<\/p>\n
As usual, Carol was right: that was snow, not rain, coming down out of those thick dark clouds.<\/p>\n
“Blah,” I said, and stumbled off to the shower. The water in our apartment takes forever to get hot in the morning. I made the mistake of getting into the shower too soon. It wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t warm. Blah, I thought to myself.<\/p>\n
I managed to get dressed and cook breakfast, but even the nice pot of hot tea didn’t cheer me up. I pulled on my winter coat and kissed Carol goodbye.<\/p>\n
As I turned to walk out the door, she started to whistle:
\n“Oh the weather outside is frightful
\nBut the fire is so delightful
\nAnd since we’ve no place to go
\nLet it snow, let it snow, let it snow.”<\/p>\n
Suddenly my mood lifted. I whistled back:
\n“When it snows, ain’t it thrilling
\nThough your nose gets a chilling,
\nWe’ll frolic and play the Eskimo way:
\nWalkin’ in a winter wonderland.”<\/p>\n
By the time I went out the door, we were both whistling.<\/p>\n
And sure enough, the sun came out by mid-morning.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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