So, clearly, I am not used to snow.

A sorry excuse for a dropped ball.

Evidently I was supposed to host a meeting today at noon.

I did not do this.

I convinced myself that I only had a meeting at 6pm. To be honest, I thought it was weird that I only had scheduled one chat around The Artist’s Way Week 1, but not weird enough to double check my assumption.

For this I blame the snow. It wasn’t enough to close schools. It wasn’t enough to make a significant snowman. It wasn’t enough to even get a competitive snowball fight going. It was just enough to cover to the ground, paint a winter wonderland, freak out my elderly neighbor, and reinstate my faith in New York City winters.

You see, it has been 701 days since our last snow here in my hometown and, if you ask anyone who’s been talking to me over the last two years, the lack of my neighborhood’s chilly white blanket has had me on edge. Waking up this morning to this gift had me so elated, I hopped into my boots and started shoveling before the sun rose just to be out in it. I got my husband’s car ready, shoveled our corner house, the tenant’s entrance, then down the block to the neighbors behind us, my son’s school bus stop, my elderly neighbor’s front walk, my neighbor’s across the way, and then prepped my neighbor’s car as well.

“Anyone else need me to stay out in the snow? Anyone? Anyone?”

I suspect my nine year old will require some frosty exposure when he returns from school.

To be clear, this wasn’t my only distraction. The other brain noodle was a group text connecting me to my father-in-law in Florida sitting watch outside of my mother'-in-law’s operating room. She was scheduled for a five hour back surgery this morning. I’ll tell you this, if that date was on the books when I made the January calendar I would have had the foresight to keep the day clear. It’s her third back surgery, but the first one since they moved out of state.

I am pleased to say she is out of surgery and at the precipice of her recovery journey, but it is no surprise to me that I didn’t discover my missed meeting until after that news reached me.

I will reschedule today’s afternoon call. I won’t even trust myself to do that today, though. I will be at the 6pm call this evening and leave scheduling matters until morning.

Who knows, maybe the snow will be melted by then.