Poor guy, still measuring in inches

No way to tell how much snow we had. There was a lot of it, it came down very slowly, and it was so light and non-sticky that shoveling/blowing/plowing were all temporary exercises. Albany Airport, about 8 miles west, got 18 inches; Averill Park, about 5 miles northeast, got 32. We got something in between. Local streets weren’t clear when I went to bed last night (that whole blowy and drifty thing) — other than driving Bek to a birthday party not too far away, I avoided driving, which I usually do on the first big storm. The only other cars out were trucks, but I estimate that half those trucks are driven by people who think four-wheel drive keeps you from sliding through corners. It doesn’t. Poor driving plus sick Lee plus waking up with raging sinus headache equals no skiing. There will be other days. But I was bummed to miss this one.

Today, our sheetrock contractor begins making excuses! I couldn’t be more excited.