My sweatpants and I broke up this morning. It was a teary affair and harsh words were exchanged. It was a beautiful 3 days that I’ll never take back and always remember fondly, but I had to go into the office today and, frankly, I was slumming it with my sweatpants. The other District Attorneys and Judges wouldn’t understand the love that the sweatpants and I shared. (That said, the many defendants (98%) who show up to trials wearing sweatpants or pajama pants probably would understand.)

We both knew it couldn’t last; we both knew that it was a temporary affair of passion for comfort, laziness, and convenience. But you know what? We dared to dream and to hold on to the magic that was the Snowpocalypse of 2010.