Oh, wait...I'm not a mailman.
It could be the middle of nuclear winter, Godzilla could be stomping his way down main street, everyone could have the bubonic plague, the seas could boil and the zombie apocalypse could break out but still, as long as it was the weekend and the administration staff didn't have to show up for work, the library would be open.
And so here I sit, watching the snow pile up outside and wishing I was somewhere else. Somewhere my toes would be warm and I wouldn't have to teach people how to press CTRL+ALT+DEL for the millionth time. That would be nice.
UPDATE! Snow day! We were sent home early - whoohoo!