Measure time by depths of snow

Burrowed under a blanket of snow. I've come to visit my mom who got stranded in another town and wont come home for a few days. I am taking the inspiration from the song for my own. Daytime t.v., the same pyjamas, snacks, my computer, some books, a journal. And surrender.

And it's delicious.

I love snow days - sure, they can feel pointless if you just wait for it to be over. But, I love to sink into the space they make and let other parts of me measure time. Parts that don't know how to read a clock. SARK once suggested you could 'measure time in cups of tea.' I prefer lattes, but either way a warm and liquid time is a nourishing kind of rest. My body measures time by the stiffness in my joints (time for a slow stretch), or by need of a bath or shower or it's hunger. My senses measure time by the shades of light in the sky - oh look! it's bathe in ray of sunlight time - or by the fluctuations in temperature - snuggle time?

How would you let a snow day lavish you with rest? How would you measure the time while the snow has it's way?