An unknown amount of rain on top of 18 inches of snow = very fun. Last night, as we left a postponed Christmas party, it was sleeting. How often does one get to stand outside in genuine, driving sleet?
Speaking of driving, we made it almost all the way home without getting stuck. It was the left turn onto our sidestreet that was our undoing--straight into Mt. Slushmore, as stuck as stuck can be.
Some very nice people, like magic elves with shovels, came from behind a cedar hedge and started digging. I had my shovel in the trunk too, just in case. Eventually we were able to back out onto the main road and take another run at it from a better angle. Success!
But today, digging out the storm drains--ow, I hurt all over.