Snow Day Clay

Typical: I get up at 4:30 am, look out, see a couple inches of snow on the ground, rain pouring down, and the main streets plowed clear. Since it looks like it's going to be a slush-fest, I decide to bus it rather than try riding my bike down and up steep windy roads. By 5am there's no news of school delay, so I head out. The bus drops me at Bothell Way and 68th Ave NE, and from there it's faster for me to run than wait for another bus, so I do. The street crews have thoughtfully plowed all the snow/slush onto the sidewalks, so I'm hurdling drifts and wading through lakes, trying to avoid 10-foot-high slush-tsunamis from speeding garbage trucks, and running in my hiking boots - all the way up Simonds Rd to school. The gate's open, there's a couple cars there, so I go into my room . . . and the phone rings. It's Lisa, telling me school's closed for the day.

Thought #1: Seriously? All the snow was on the sidewalks - the cars had it easy!

Thought #2: Woo-hoo!

Best day ever. I put on music, drank hot cocoa, caught up on grading, finished trimming a couple pieces, and unloaded a kiln. And guess what was in that kiln?
Emily's puffer fish