Another day of classes canceled. I even did my homework last night because I was so sure we’d have school today!
STL area campuses are closed-DAY classes canceled. NIGHT class status will be announced later today. www.webster.edu/alerts
And… back to bed.
Because, seriously, how did you guys screw this up so badly?
It seems as though the entire city screeched to a halt for about 3 inches of sleet and one-and-a-half feet of invisible snow.
Well, it looks like my naysaying has been misguided. The snow forecast has more than doubled, and this from Webster:
Due to inclement weather the STL area campuses are closed today (2/1).
Anyway, back to bed. Snowpocalypse, snowmageddon, etc.
(Source: www,wunderground.com)
I had a really vivid dream last night. The contents and context of said dream are, largely, of no importance to anyone but myself. At some point during this dream, I checked my weather dashboard widget.
Anyway, after a morning spent excited about the weather and putting on ankle socks and not grabbing my coat when I went downstairs (and apparently, not looking out the window) I managed to walk out of the house thinking there was a low of 58 degrees and a high of 67.
It’s snowing. Oops.
On Sunday morning, I was in my car on the way to church to meet God and Rebecca, although I’ll confess that I may have been a little more excited about seeing the latter—I can meet God anytime, anywhere. It’s Rebecca that I run into scheduling conflicts with.
The sun was out, and as I drove alongside cornfields and a farmhouse or two with the windows down and the cool morning air blowing past, I felt completely filled. I have never longed so much to be back in Ohio as I did in that moment—I was transported back to the idyllic small towns, the beautiful and perfect fall weather that made me feel that I could not be overcome by anyone or anything. I don’t think that I missed Cedarville so much as I missed the sense of infinite possibility borne of a just-right autumn day. Yesterday morning, I recaptured that feeling, if only for a short while, and I could hardly contain my joy. Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! pounded in my brain, keeping rhythm with my pulse, and tangled in my knotty throat. My chest heaved involuntarily with the strain of breathing deeply so as to take it all in, and such a powerful want raced in my veins. I wanted it so badly. I wanted that moment to roll me up inside it and bury me and consume me.
The brittleproud leaves insusurrate my soul, whirling on the currents that bear their beloved dead gently but inexorably to the pavement the ditch the plowed-under field, all the while caressing their foreheads and apologizing I’m sorry please I’m so sorry.
