The snow started last night around sunset or so. We woke up this morning to at least half a foot. It has to be over a foot now. Some places are over the dog's head.
I both love and hate it. It reminds me of home. I love the look of snow. I can go out to play in it in short intervals (cold-induced asthma). But I hate driving in it, and the cold makes it rather hard to breathe.
Well, I started shoveling off the cars (using a dust pan) and the Spousal Equivilliant finished. He took the dog out to explore the snow. She's cold, happy to be inside, and will not potty in the snow.
I think that it's time to find some lunch, and some hot tea.