Sensible people run, but I'm holding out my tongue

Today it snowed, and I almost cried. It shocked me, looking out the window and not seeing the ground again. It was supposed to stay nice forever...But then, I said to myself, "This snow is good for making snow things" and so I made a gathering of snowmen. I started a story today in my Indian Fictions class (HATE HATE HATE) and I'm gonna see if I can try to work on it some tomorrow if I have time. It's in the third person...about a girl named Valerie who finds herself in Scotland one summer scooping shit out of chicken coops and taking care of these two kids, and her relationship with the slightly odd postmaster at the local post office. That idea just came out of the blue...what do I know about scooping shit out of chicken coops and falling in love with postmen? I'm excited. Happy Snow Day....