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Snow days are magical time-stopping devices that halt all social and work obligations, forcing one to hunker down in one's cozy home with a steaming mug of tea and a pile of work and chores that now miraculously have time to get done. One rejoices in one's mandatory hermitude. (Am I the only one who finds the pronoun form of "one" awkward and antiquated?)

Now let's hope I don't spend this frozen moment in time (pun only partially intended) going down the rabbit hole of bad TV shows, rampant Internet tangents, and subsequent guilt, shame, and self-loathing.

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