I'm officially old. 

I've crossed a crucial threshold in that I now hate, and I mean haaaaate snow days.  Kent State cancelled school yesterday after 12:30 pm, anticipating a massive snowfall.  Three problems: one, they didn't decide to cancel until 10:30 am.  I appreciate the restraint for ensuring that the weather is actually going to be bad enough, but this led to a couple of other problems.  Two, because my class was to start AT 12:30 and because it was an exam day, I found out about the snow day from a barrage of 45 student emails that arrived between 10:30 and 10:45, asking whether or not class was being held.  The late announcement also meant that at least 25 of my students braved the "dangerous" elements, having not heard that class was cancelled, only to arrive on campus and find no one in the classroom.  And, perhaps worst of all, the weather conditions didn't deteriorate as expected, so we only got like three inches of snow.

Now, most people would be saying, "hey, shut up, you got a day off."  Well, not exactly.  True, I ended up not coming to campus yesterday because it was to be closed.  But, unfortunately, I also lost a day of work, and a day of lecture time in class.  Since I had already delayed the exam because of the funeral I attended a couple weeks ago, this meant that I now had to restructure the entirety of the semester schedule to make up for what is now two days of no class.  I also lost the constructive worktime in my office yesterday, and lost any semblence of working flow I had acquired. 

Long story short, now I'm in here on a Wednesday, with much more work stacked up for the week than I did when I left on Monday and with no mental flow to accomplish it.  Combine that with a newly arriving bout of depression (which, yes, I partially blame on being worthless during the snow day), and I feel like I may never dig out.

So, I hate snow days.  I suck, I know, but you can fucking deal with it.  And hand me a cane and a case of depends while you're up, would you?