We’re in that catch-your-breath after Christmas calm trying to remember what year it is. (How long will it take before I stop writing 2019?) And wondering when the ice and snow will arrive—when we’ll wish we were snowbirds sunning in Arizona.

We know the ice and snow will come—maybe not enough to close schools, but enough to make walking treacherous. I do remember the wonderful snowy days when I was in grade school, staying in bed hoping to hear my mother walk into my room and saying. “There’s no school today.” What a feeling knowing I had the day off to play in the snow!