Snow Daze

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Mr. Babbitt awoke before the alarm sounded. Like any day, he took his morning coffee, shaved, showered, then walked to the window. Dawn light broadcast a sugaring of snow on the back deck. Enough to dust the roadway, he thought, but not to halt the busses. Babbitt whistled in the mirror and cinched the tie snug, then loosed it and unfastened the top button. The furnace roared and echoed in the steamy little Aqua Velva bathroom. His favorite time of day. His students would be a wee bit rumbustious with the weather; he planned he’d get a lecture in.

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People just can’t understand how profoundly political a decision like this one is. Debra had to move to the guest bed he was so lathered up. What did he care about typhoons in Taekwondo? The Weather Channel was horseshit anymore. It seemed his patience was failing him. “Settle down,” he spoke, “you’ll make the right call.” The Superintendent regarded himself a man of God. Finally, 4 o’clock. Lyle would be in the driveway waiting to evaluate the county roads, bridges. It’s hard to say no, and Lyle was a tough cookie. This was a good day for ear muffs.

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The morning blog post on the parent wall was titled: No School? Gimme a BREAK. Do these people have a CLUE? BTW, I’ve been having trouble accessing Bobby’s History grade. Anyone else? She didn’t see any need for a snow day and planned on having some folks hear about it. Loretta hadn't the foggiest that her Bobby had been labeled “tittybaby” by the special ed counselor just before the last 504 review conference. Bobby snagged the keys and split for Tucker’s. They rolled by the Wishy Wash on Broadway and lit a doobie to The Strokes’ “Fear of Sleep.”