Let's do lunch. Some day.

Yeah, right. Most people don’t really mean it. It’s just that Hollywood way of ending a conversation or pretending to have a connection.

I really do mean it, but I have a problem.

I don’t know why, but I just can’t seem to keep a lunch date. I absolutely love good food and good conversation, so it should be the easiest commitment to make. But I run late or get caught up in a meeting, and then the time has to change.

Or something pops up for my lunch partner, and the date has to change. And then it gets put off again and yet again. Eventually I cancel and end up in the cafeteria eating frosted-flake fried chicken with my co-workers.

I’m staring out the window watching the snow blanket my neighborhood. I’m in awe over how quickly it transforms my round, Volkswagen Beetle into a stationary snowball.

People who usually take their time walking dogs are hurrying them along today. I’m one of them. Charli wants to slip and slide and play in the white grass, but I’m being whipped around by the wind. So I cut her walk short.

The snow changes everything. It’s like on snow days, we’re different people. Some things move faster. Others, such as traffic, move slower.

It’s such a noticeable difference. I wish all changes in life were so blatant. But they’re not.