I have nowhere to go, nothing to do beyond the boundaries of home, and this would be the case even if not for COVID.  Still, I’m thrilled when I see the first signs of snow, followed rather quickly by a dumping of the stuff, inhibiting me from going out “even if I wanted to”, which I don’t.  I guess it’s the notion of a snow day, of being let off the hook of pretending that I want to leave the house and go out and do something that, upon my return home, I’d say, “Eh, I could’ve done without that.”