The great blizzard, Nemo, fizzled out up here in the Catskills. I judge the depth of the snowfall by the pack on top of the tonneau on my pickup truck. I'd say we got eight inches.
My lights did not go out! That's the most important thing. I'm at the end of the grid in a very lightly populated area, so my lights are the first to go out and the last to go back on. No lights means no heat, and that means moving in with the daughter or the girlfriend.
Snowplow guy arrived at about 8 a.m. and all is well. I've got a long day ahead of me of learning tunes. Got an audition as an accompanist for a college musical coming up.