I knew we were supposed to get snow last night so when I dragged myself out of bed at 5:45 AM to get in the shower, I looked outside. It didn’t look too bad, just a few inches of snow. I checked my email, because I am addicted to anything social, and an email from the school district had arrived 15 minutes earlier, canceling school.

But I didn’t believe it.

So I turned on the morning news and waited for the crawl to circle back around. There it was. No school today.

But I still wasn’t sure, so I hopped on Twitter and sure enough–the district had tweeted the closure and several friends had tweeted tweets of joy.

That was when I finally let myself believe, snuggled back into my bed, turned on some Gilmore Girls, and was happily lazy for a few hours.

I always have big ambitions on snow days, and I accomplished quite a bit (including a dangerous outing to the DMV where I registered my brand new car). But if last night’s dream was trying to tell me anything, it was that I am too wrapped up in school and need a break (I dreamed that a student punched me in the face, and when I asked about pressing charges, I was told that it would damage the kid’s sense of self and it was too much of a hassle, so I shouldn’t pursue it).

So I’m taking the night off.