We got about 3 inches of snow last night (unfortunately, at least some of it is on top of ice because we got a couple hours of freezing rain before the pretty stuff started).
I woke up at 2:30 to go to the bathroom and my husband went after I did. I had gotten back in bed and he looked out the window and told me there was snow.
I couldn't get it out of my head, so I gave up and got up and looked out. And then I felt like I had no other choice than to get dressed in sweats, coat, scarf, hat, and gloves and go for a walk around the block.
Yes, all this was between 2:45 and 3 a.m.
There was one woman out walking her dog and she said she wasn't sure if she should say good morning or good night.
I loved making my own little set of footprints in the snow before anyone else has done so.
Needless to say, there was no running with my buddies this morning -- we are certified Texas wimps, and I'm okay with taking a rest day on the 0-4 days per year of weather like this. Mad props to everyone who deals with it all winter long ...