"You cannot be at perfect ease with a friend who does not joke."
W. D. Howells
I got my wish. The call came at 5:45 announcing that the Salt Mine was closed for the day. Very nice to shut off the alarm and roll over under the covers, pull the blankies up to the neck and slide back to zzzzz-land. I finally woke up at 9:45, and on a Tuesday, too. Of course, the off day makes things difficult, too, as progress reports are due, and I do not have enough grades for them. Another case where our increasing rigidity of form bumps up against human realities. How nice it would be if human realities created forms instead of vice versa.
The snow is pretty. The air is cold. Goldie sits by the back door looking goldishly beautiful, with her face aimed directly at the pretty sun. The weather forecasts looks like there may be several similar days coming up, especially around the fourth of December.