Snow days are one of those beloved things that are music to our ears as children. I’m fairly sure the music almost just as nice when you’re an adult.
For as long as I live in Boston, it will never cease to amaze me how freaked out everyone gets about the snow. It comes every year. It came last year, it’s here this year and it will be here again next year. It’s called having seasons. It’s called living in the Northeast.