Thanks to all the hoopla about the impending snow storm, my Washington Post magazine turned up at my door step a day early. Now, reading the Date Lab section of the said magazine on a Saturday morning, bleary eyed, in my pyajamas, with a cup of coffee, way before the Boy wakes up is one of life's many pleasures.
But, sadly, the same ritual repeated on a Friday morning (even one which holds out the promise of a snow holiday) does not provide the requisite amount of satisfaction. Gah!
And now my Saturday morning is ruined too.