The sun actually did come out after Wednesday's storm... and so did I, eventually. Our school was actually open the next day, though I wasn't there... I was chipping and hauling the three foot bank of slush, ice and mud left at the bottom of our recently cleared driveway. I have little recollection of where all that snow went... anywhere I could put it. I've discovered that I also have a block when it comes to writing about the events of those days... I took hundreds of pictures... some video... and they're here if you have a curiosity to see overwhelming piles and banks of snow. I have trouble summing it up... Rob away, using a snowblower to get through thirty plus inches of snow, starting the snowblower with the aid of said Rob who was across the country in Seattle, the unrelenting wind, the fear of the power lines coming down, the unbelievable cold, kind of sums it up. I was outside to shovel/plow/clear at least ten times... that barely kept up with the snow. We spent a few hours on Saturday cleaning up the lessons learned during my snow blowing. I have bruises. Tomorrow sounds like it might be another... accompanied by ice. I will sew tomorrow, not (as I did on Wednesday read nervously, tend the fire and make a very bad batch of chili) glance out the window worried and incredulous. I will glance outside and wonder at this time of year, but the Rob is home and that truly does make it (and a lot of things) so much better. I have reached my weather related posts quota my friends, let's hope Connecticut gets a breather! Here are some images from that day...