There's now perhaps an inch of crunchy snow, which has formed a nasty slush on the streets. My car had a nice layer of ice on all the windows when I left work. And you could slip and slide on the roads if you worked at it. Hardly the frozen white howling hell we were promised.
While out in the snow, I wore my best and most rugged footwear, fine Milwaukee motorcycle boots. A part of my mind keeps insisting that in a rational and sane universe, "motorcycle boots" really, really ought to have two tiny wheels and a little engine on each boot.
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