someone liberally salted a six-inch swath down the center of the sidewalk, effectively turning two feet of snow into four inches of water, held in its slushy place by the unaffected two feet of snow to either side. it has become impossible to leave my house without becoming wet up to your shins. i ought to be in ballet right now. i walked all the way to the gym, realized i didn't have my id and wouldn't be allowed in, and walked back. by the time i got inside, water had creeped inside my shoes and up my pants and i decided that walking back, again, couldn't possibly be worthwhile. instead, i'm snuggy in my dance pants and the sweater my mom mailed me, slippersocked and chocolate-sipping.

that's right. i declare my own snow days.