You wake at six-thirty in the morning to your alarm and crawl out of bed to peek out your bedroom window. Outside the world is engulfed in snow, a good foot on the ground with more continuing to fall with no signs of stopping. Checking the weather app on your phone you see that it is expected to continue for most of the day and total accumulation expected at many, many inches.
Currently this means you will be having a truly bad day as you will most likely have to shovel out of the driveway just to get the vehicle out and even then the plows won't be getting to the side streets near your house until the late afternoon leaving the roads quite treacherous. With no time to spare you hustle to get your shoveling clothes on and blurry eyed you make a path just large enough to get the car out so you can get to work. With your usual morning time spent you frantically head back inside and change clothes and try to make yourself presentable in the few minutes left to you. Back outside your heart sinks as the snow is falling so fast it is barely recognizable that you just shoveled. Nearly late already you clean off the car and say a little prayer that you'll make it out of the driveway. Gritting your teeth you hit the accelerator, the tires spin, snow flies and you somehow end up in the road facing in approximately the right direction. The white knuckle drive seems to take hours while your wiper blades do nothing to keep your windshield clear. Your headlights cannot pierce the white curtain and for most of the drive you wonder if you're even on a road. Somehow you get to work, which of course is a no-mans land because everyone else called in stuck and the customers have all elected to avoid leaving their houses because of the high chance of death. Eight hours pass and all that goes through your mind is how bad things are going to be on the drive home. You have plenty of time to think of course because the store has barely made enough in sales to pay the employees and keep the place heated. At one point you sneeze and you can hear the echo from the far back wall. Someone three departments away says 'Bless you' and you can hear it clearly. With your shift over the great adventure begins anew. Your car is buried, literally, as the parking lot was plowed three times during the day and it seems as if they piled all of the snow on top of it. The determination to get home drives you onward and you free the vehicle then slide your way home sideways. Once you return the driveway is impassable as the plows have made a snow bank across it that looks like it could stop a tank. With the last shreds of energy left in your body you engineer an opening and get your car off the road where it was only nearly hit four times by traffic on the ever narrowing roads. Sure there are the sidewalks to shovel and the driveway will be impassable in the morning but you simply don't have the energy.
OR
After seeing the mess outside you notice that you received a text from the city emergency notification system. The town has been put on snow alert and all citizens are advised to stay in their homes for their safety. Travel is restricted to emergency travel only and all non-essential services and stores are shutdown for the day. You smile, walk downstairs and make yourself an omelette with ham, cheese and tomatoes. After a few cups of coffee and an episode of Doctor Who you strap your boots on and leisurely shovel the drive and the walk. Afterwards you enjoy a hot cocoa and take a hot bath to thaw your toes then settle in for an afternoon of bad movies and a craft project.
I like option two.
Seems like a plank in some sort of divine political platform.
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