This morning, I opened the door to leave, and found at least a foot of snow. It was like a huge new blanket, and for a moment I couldn't figure out how A had managed to go to work. Then I realized his foot prints had been filled in by fresh snow. Resisting the urge to fall down on my knees and build a snowman at our very doorstep, I went to work.
They declared a holiday.
It was awful for the few patients who had already shown up and had to go back, unseen, but apparently all those who live up (or down) the hills couldn't even get out of their houses. So we had no senior docs in the department. One poor residency candidate who had come for an interview was stuck in his hotel, too.
I came back home and settled down on the couch with my book and my tea and my view.