In some ways, this precipitation is more a media storm than a snowstorm. Turn on any news channel and you will see many a reporter rolling around in difficult weather somewhere across the nation. “Here I am in Washington, DC, and getting blown awaaaaay.” It’s entertainment personified. Lucky numbers of the day: 12 and 18 (inches of course), and the main characters are Mother Nature, the woman who runs LIRR (whose news conference broke into my daily soap opera) and Sam Champion (the weatherman with the really white teeth). People everywhere are joined together in discussing and enduring the wonderful fiasco of snow (that’s my second blog using the word fiasco, making it quite the “fiascal” week). And like most people, I succumbed to the media storm’s warnings, and called in sick snow, afraid I might be stuck in the city for all eternity.

Anyway, I was thinking snow should provide for a perfect day to get some reading done. But no such luck of course. There is something unique and peculiar about reading in that if the timing is off, or the environment isn’t right, you just can’t seem to do it. While a snow day might seem like the ideal time to cuddle up with a book, reading during the day, no matter what type of day is uncommon. Another thing that seems to be uncommon are any articles on when most people do read (some Google attempts proved futile). But from my own brain here is what I have come up with:

1)      The bathroom – because you can’t do much else

2)      In bed at night – because it’s the best time to be with yourself or, the best time to read and try and get away from yourself

3)      In transit! – hence my soon to occur “Train Adventure”

4)      On vacation – nothing like a good beach book

That’s it! Most other scenarios lead to an ADD disaster, or a magnet-like force to the television remote control (we call it a “clicker” in my house, because apparently, it used to click).

Happy Snow Day (a truly American holiday),

Rachel Benun

P.S. Did I lose you at “daily soap opera”? Guilty…and slightly ashamed, but true nonetheless. Don’t hate the blogger.