The week in numbers
10 inches of snow
(a few towns north, 30!)
in 8 hours.
It was the biggest 24-hour snowfall this state has seen in 93 years.
18 degrees below 0 the next morning. An all-time record low.
3 snow days punctuated by a weekend helped make up for my
1 cancelled flight.
20 – the number of minutes in four days that Jack wanted to spend outside.
“It’s too cold out there,” he said, “and remember when I fell on my face in the snow? I didn’t like that. I don’t want to do it again.”
But there were a few good minutes first.
I don’t even know how many minutes of Diego and Dora, the Backyardigans, Wonderpets and Angelina Ballerina he watched instead. (Snow days are snow days, right?)
5 days of one home fire, burning.
Then the weekend: 50-something degrees. So much melting it’s practically raining.
20-something more cabinet doors and drawers, caulked and painted. One playdate for Jack, one for us and one for me. Countless games and conversations.
But, most important, 30 extra hours at home, enjoying the perfect opposite of spring break with no cabin fever.