01/26/2026
"Will School be Closed Tomorrow?"
To pack a lunch, or not to pack a lunch, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous forecasts,
Or to take arms against frozen roads of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep, or to sleep in
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That snow days are heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep in, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:
For in that wish for another snow day, what dreams may come,
When we have sledded off this icy hill,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life so short of snow days. 🍎
