|None of that dandruff crap-- huge fluffy flakes|
Snow is restorative for the South because snow means rest. We don't take chances, we take off. Snow means staying at home making french toast (or that's how the joke goes because there's always a run on eggs and milk) and reading a book or watching the classic movie channel.
So while Bigbad and I aren't happy about the news, at least I was pretty glad that we didn't have to put on our game face today and make the social circuit. We didn't have to shove our sadness to the side and just deal with it while going through our usual schedule. We could just take a rest-- a rest from worry, from stress, from living in suspense and suspension, maybe a temporary rest from staggering odds before the intense job hunt begins (seriously, if you know someone applying to PhD programs in the humanities-- give them a hug. Less than 10% odds of getting in are brutal).
Nor did we have to wallow in our pitiful sadness. Because after all, snow doesn't stick around forever. It melts pretty quickly here. And as the frozen stuff is turning into just plain ol' water, I think we're adjusting pretty well to the benefits of the situation (like hey, I might actually get to walk in my grad ceremony and celebrate my golden birthday the way I wanted). Small potatoes, but they help.
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