The Coveted Snow Day . . .

Here it was, the coveted snow day.  The reason that so many people use to say that teaching is a good job.  Well, it is, but, let me tell you, the snow day goes by quicker than lightning.  Now, I'm one of those people who constantly finds things to organize, clean, read, write, sew, eat, think about, create, and study, let along grade and prep, and I can attest that the 24 hour day that God has given us is simply not long enough.  It took me four plus hours alone just to translate a chapter and a half of my Latin text book (I was trying to get through at least three) and the handful of other piddling things that I did weren't too remarkable--though I'm glad to have them done).  Needless to say, I haven't touched the grading yet--but the day's not over.  I also kept myself from reading anything like usual.  I feel that everything I did was necessary and punctuated only by brief spells of petting the cats, and yet, the day is nearly done.