It makes my teeth hurt. The cold, that is; and it's not so much when I'm out in it (I'm pleased to tell you layering and vigorous physical activity copes okay with ten below, though my boots/socks are marginal at best) as it is when I am back inside, warming up. Makes my back hurt, too, but that's from shoveling snow.
The official total is 11.1", an inch short of the 1901 record of a foot and a tenth. My snow gauge says a little less is piled up:
The front walk disagrees:
Here's an example of the real worry: look at those trees!
The basement here at Snow Station Roseholme was 42 F at mid-morning. Running all the (incandescent!) lights, dryer and a small space heater has brought it up to 54 or so, which is a big improvement considering the outside temperature has been falling all day.
There's a big bowl of home-made soup waiting for me -- broth and veggies from last night's dinner plus a can of Amy's French Vegetable, a sliced and browned Surry sausage and a couple of slices of corned beef brisket cut up small. The smell is driving the cats wild and I'm not far behind them.
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