Six months down the road could be winter! Maybe I want to take a shower and read the news. Or look out the window at a car buried, all but a side view mirror. See that black speck! So I rescheduled for 11 a.m. Some time in March. No more tensies.
According to the National Weather Service, we had sixteen inches. Laura shoveled all of them! Here are some more pictures:
Lost bench! The green glass globe has a snug cap. The neighbor whose turquoise car was buried yesterday has retreated across the street, waiting for his parking space to be plowed.
Mid afternoon we made a run to the drug store to pick up prescriptions.
On returning, the snow has not melted, but the cap slipped off the globe.
It is so black and white and grey! Fortunately, tomorrow is cards. Nancy and I are playing catchup; we're twenty points down for the year.
Even more urgently, my next warp cannot turn another revolution until UPS brings my five pound cones from Kansas. Between that and breakfast Wednesday with Lynn, I can make it.
Did I mention, it's cold? Eleven degrees, on the way to minus three. But on Wednesday, it will be fifty and rain. So much for Trump's climate change.