Is the snow up to your ears, to your ears? →[More:]We got (by the almanac) 9 inches, but it varied quite a bit by exactly where you were and it was quite drift-prone. It was also the last of about 36+ hours of on-and-off snow.

Our cars were under at least a foot of snow on the roofs. I had to use a plastic kids' shovel to get the snow off the hood and windshield and it took me about forty minutes (with a six foot walk/throw for each shovel-full) before I'd cleared from the bumper to the back of the front wheels!

The drift at my parents' back door was thigh-high, and the path over to my back door is a little narrow canyon of snow.

During the worst of it, of course, my nephew wanted to go to his girlfriend -- the one who lives in the trailer park, which is well beyond the edge of town. We barely got out of the driveway, so I aborted that expedition. (I do a lot of driving now that my dad is getting dangerous on the roads.) The county later advised people not to go out even in an emergency, and this included the U.S. Highway I would have taken.

Naturally, some jerk decided to park in front of our house despite the official snow emergency, and now there's a diagonal jetty of snow sticking out from the curb that's about chest high on me. Thanks, asshole!

This has been a wild winter, with three major snowstorms, two of which all but entirely melted away before this one came. I don't mind snow, I do mind slush and I loathe ice. Freeze-melt cycles just make things miserable.

Anyway, at least we never lost power like some people and weren't caught on the interstate ....