Don't you love a weather event that has its own name? Yeh, me neither.
Actually, what you're looking at is the tamed down version, when the wind was merely gusting to 30 or 40 miles per hour, rather than holding steadily at 40 to 50 with gusts to 60. I have some photos from that part of the snowstorm, but you really can't tell what you're looking at.
We were pretty effectively stuck inside, and very thankful that it was our own warm house we were stuck in and not the airport, or worse, a vehicle on the interstate.
It made for an odd sort of Christmas. First ever for it to be just the two of us. But relaxing in it's own way. We listened to music and read (him) and knit (me). Our military man called and we were able to chat for nearly an hour. It was good.
And we got to see everybody else's storm photos. (Thank you Facebook.) Oooh, I need to post ours. I'm sure there are hundreds of people out there just itching to make sure that snow at our house looks pretty much exactly like snow at their house.
We'll venture out by and by to catch up to our family celebration. We'll be the ones so bundled up we look like Michelin people.