Six to twelve inches, my kiester! We already have 18" and it's still coming down pretty heavy. At least we all knew this was coming and prepared ourselves to batten down the hatches and go nowhere. Since I live in a private subdivision, our landscapers have started to plow a little, but the township hasn't bothered. It will later in the day because it really doesn't need a headache during morning rush tomorrow. If for some reason I can't get to the train station tomorrow, I have full office connectivity from home, right down to my office desktop computer's hard drive; I just have to call a non-toll-free to get my voice mail.

As you can see from this picture, we have snow in abundance. It's not as much as the blizzard of January 1996, I think it was when a roof slide dumped enough snow on my patio that I couldn't see daylight out the sliders at all. That patio railing is just above waist height on me, so that gives you an idea. Yes, I took the picturefrom inside, through the screen door, so that's what that funky looking grid is. Tha patio fireplace is pretty much buried under snow over there in the corner.

My dad called earlier. His snowblower's basically useless when it's this deep, so he's shoveling his driveway the old fashioned way a little at a time with frequent breaks. Poor guy. He's in his late 70s. I wish I could go over to help, but I can't even get out of my driveway in the car yet, let alone drive two towns away to help him shovel. At least he's smart enough to take it a little at a time, and his driveway's only 40' long.

It should be fun trying to commute tomorrow. I have "all weather radials," which basically means rain tires, on my car. No snow tires, and chains are illegal here. Yes, I know how to drive on snow and ice, but I don't relish it. I can anticipate when some jerk's going to go skidding through a red light and t-bone me if I actually go when I get the green, but I can't do a damn thing about getting rear-ended while I'm stationary at a stop light. Fortunately, most people around here know to take it slow and not tailgate when it's slippery out. But there's always some jerk in a huge SUV who thinks that "four wheel drive" = "stops on a dime," when it means no such thing. I just hope that jerk isn't the one behind me.