Oh, dear Snow God in the sky, please let so much of your wonderful fluffy goodness fall upon this earth that I won’t have to go into work tomorrow. You know that no one in their right mind will show up to buy something if we do open. You know that I will kill myself trying to get there if we are open. And you know that I’m working six days this week and could really use that extra day off. So come on, buddy, throw a dawg a bone. I could use the extra day to sit on my ass, contemplate life and hopefully catch up on some of the stuff I’ve been putting off lately.