Ooooh, I love the bad weather. It means I get to stay inside and snuggle with my puppy and my Tivo. Oh, I watch it all, the Weather Channel, Style, Bravo, and then some heavy duty HGTV for shows on buying houses in strange lands at prices I could never afford.
I love it when the winter break forces me to hunker down in my little coziness. I daydream about the colors I would paint my home office, even though my home office is also what I call the kitchen nook AND the dining room.
I have a trip to make to a major year-end conference (NOT the MLA, which it seems most of the RYS and CM readers are always bitching about), and now I have to worry if I can get out of Amboy International Airport, where there are Christmas travelers sleeping on the floor and daydreaming about MAYBE getting out by early 2011.
But the trip, fuck it. I just like to be inside my coziness, resting up from the battles of Fall semester.
On the other hand, I require glorious weather in my summer break. I don't want to know from my house. I want to see cicadas beating each other in their mating rituals, and smell the honeysuckle whatever that fills the suburbs of beautiful Amboy.
Weather, or so it seems, doesn't exist for me during the semester. It's just home to car to classroom, repeat. Maybe I make it to the gym...not that my love handles would testify.
So, while weather is hitting my hometown, the Pacific Northwest, California, even down in the Carolinas...let us revel in it. If you have milk and bread and toilet paper, settle in the coziness.
At least there are no faculty meetings or student conferences.
And the TV, baby, it's burning!