Remember in grade school when it snowed too much and you woke up in the morning hoping, waiting, wanting your parents to come in and say that your school was canceled and you were snowed in? Today was our “snowday”. Work stopped at 1pm and we piled onto a bus pointed towards the only place where snow still exists, the ski hill. Up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down. Ouch. I think I sprained my wrist, my knees are bruised and battered, but so refreshed.