Within fifteen minutes it was snowing lightly, little things like sweater pills. This persisted, on and off, for a few hours. The sky cleared, but apparently the rogue was merely reloading.
Early this morning the snow returned, this time in earnest. The temperature was low enough for it to stick on the roads and cause the usual chaos.
I am not going to shovel. It's going to melt. Even though the temperature is below freezing, it's going to melt. Why? Because it's March. Calendar trumps physical properties.