My university has just cancelled day classes. I can’t remember the last time this happened.
On the one hand, I have a school-kid’s delight in an unexpected day off. On the other hand, I’m embarrassed to live in a town that would shut down for a few inches of snow. We didn’t do things like that in the Old Country.
I think I’ll go sit, with an expression of disapproval, in front of the fireplace and read Leigh Brackett and the Iliad. That will send the right message, I think.