Snow

There's a reason they call Canada the Great White North. Today, whoever is in charge of the weather (God? Physics? The weather man?) decided to remind me of that reason- it's been snowing since I woke up to let Ella out around 7:30 this morning.

When I was a kid, snow was always magical. The minute it started snowing, every set of eyes in the classroom would be on the window and whispers of early dismissal were rampant. We got snow days and got to sleep in, go sledding and dry off in front of the fireplace with hot chocolate. Up in Canada, it's different. If it starts snowing during school, you're dreading the drive home (because for some reason, PEI drivers forget that they've ever seen snow before); if it starts snowing in the evening, you fret about the roads being clear enough to get in to school the next day. One of our snow days last year was officially called at like, 10am. We start class at 8:30! Most people figured it was coming and stayed home, but there were students who braved the bad weather and dangerous roads to get in. It doesn't help that I live roughly 12 miles outside of town: the plows stop actually plowing a few miles from school and just do a bit of careless scraping and top it all off with metric tons worth of salt and sand.

We're expecting ~8 inches, last I heard. Fingers are crossed for a snow day tomorrow, but I don't get my hopes up. I'll spend the afternoon prepping for our surgery lab, cleaning up the house and getting ready to watch the superbowl (!!!) tonight. I feel like I need to root for the Ravens since they're from my hometown, but the Redskins are actually my team. I've always liked the 49ers, though, so I honestly will be happy with either outcome, although my Facebook newsfeed will be a hot mess either way with so many friends back home being Ravens fans. Should be a good game!