Schools closed again, wind chill well below zero. The driveway looked like an exotic sculpture the ways the wind blew it in designs and swirls. OK, thank you Lord, it is lovely, but could I please see a daffodil? My grandson must have done his "hope for a snow day" routine. Puts a pencil in the refrigerator, wears pj's backwards and a couple other funny rituals. They won't be so happy when they realize they are going to have to give up some future vacation days as we had too many snow days/schools closed already.