Last night, as the snow fell steady and winds began to pick-up, our power surged. I actually felt my heart stop. It was around 8:55pm, five minutes before LOST was to begin. Oh the horror!
This morning, as I opened my eyes, I heard silence. No howling winds. No ice pelting the house.
But the view out the windows provided a different story. The visibility was limited, and the panes were coated with snow and ice.
Apparently, this guy finds this weather a good day for a jog! In a long-sleeve t-shirt I might add! T-shirt! Good grief.
By the afternoon, I had still not seen a plow come by our street. With 10 inches (at least!) being reported of fresh snow, the streets are terrible. Apparently, DC pulled the plows off the road at 9:30am this morning. So, without plows out all day it's going to take a while to clean this mess!
The pile on our deck is the height of a paper grocery bag (you can see my very scientific measuring tool below) at it's lowest level and as high as the back of a chair at the high end.
The windows are not completely covered in snow, so in order to take more photos of the snow destruction I'd have to go outside.
But, since I have this. . .
and these. . .
I'll be staying in for a while longer.
Francois Catroux by David Netto
1 hour ago