10:00pm Wednesday night:
Blizzard and gale warnings for our home town.
6:00 AM Thursday morning:
Phone call from the school saying it was a "snow day"
6:30 AM Thursday morning:
I see T rushing in the house with his pj and boots on, carrying a ruler: "Mom, we got eight inches of snow last night. I measured in three places, not counting near the house. 'Cause it's warmer near the house and all the snow doesn't stick -- there's only six inches there."
The beginning of a great day.