The thrill of a snow day has a double resonance. I think of my own long-ago childhood, but I also think of winters when my children were in school. As the family’s earliest riser, my job was to tune in WPSU and wait for Bruce Fleischer to announce the day’s school closures and delays.
Thanks to those spoilsports in the infectious disease community who do not want to see us all sicken and die, I am prepared for an intimate little Thanksgiving dinner for two tomorrow, rather than the food orgy for 50 we usually attend. I was not prepared for thermal shock.