Worth it After All

This week, we had one of those Pacific Northwest weather events we call “snow.” We call it snow, because that’s easier than saying “tiny ice pellets being blown around like a blizzard, layered with freezing rain and a couple snowflakes, resulting in a solid sheet of ice.” In my area, we hardly ever get real, honest snow, but we do get ice, and that amounts to the same thing: a snow day.

I think it must be a particular sign of adulthood that a snow day on a Saturday seems like just as much of a tr...