Would It Be So Wrong

... to wish for snow? Two, three feet of wet, heavy, packed snow that blocks the roads and closes governmental offices and stops the trains and makes it impossible for me to go to work tomorrow and requires, instead, that I stay home and knit and bake? Since September, I have had exactly two days off from work, and have taken 2 sick days -- days when I was really, truly, unbelievably sick and couldn't get out of bed (stupid migraines). So really, would it be so bad if I could have a fun snow day at home?

Somehow, I don't think it's going to happen. Just like I don't think it's going to happen for me to win the 99 million dollar mega-millions jackpot. Doesn't keep me from wishing, though.