It’s a rare snow day here in the South. Well, a snow day to everyone who isn’t “on call” or “working remotely” or “tethered to their BlackBerry.” Not that that contains an ounce of bitterness.

We have about 6 inches on the ground already and that will be covered by a layer of ice tonight, which should make driving really fun over the next few days. A couple of fools from my neighborhood have already tried to drive out today, and I really hope they’re headed to help at the hospital, not just traipsing out for errands. Hey, the mall delayed opening until 10 a.m. this morning. What a relief.

It’s no secret that we southerners don’t react well to snow — one flake falls, the banks and schools close and we all furiously speed to the grocery store to buy bread, milk and eggs. (To make french toast while we’re snowed in?) I for one am heeding the warning to stay put. Twist my arm.

I missed the last round of snow here at Christmas, and I hope this is our snowpocalypse for the season. Isn’t it pretty?

Now I’m going back to burrow under my Snuggie and finish my Jane Austen movie. I mean work.