Snowed in
We’re right in the middle of the storm right now. It’s very pretty, but boy, is it coming down. This just might beat ’78. We’re watching the local news channel, who are doing the traditional “low reporter on the totem pole standing out in the snow” remotes. They’re telling everyone to stay in. We’ll take that advice. Here’s a view out our back door, complete with Biscuit. He ran out when I opened the door to take the pic and ran back in about a second later. The snow comes up over his legs now. Crash wisely demurred.