Snow indeed.

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Hard to tell, exactly, how much was gotten.  Wind.  It's still windy, but has stopped snowing.  Definitely wasn't shnowing!  Nine inches?  I don't think so.  More like six inches?  Though, as mentioned, where it stacks depends on wind, how much, which direction, and such.  No way to really tell, where I was working.  Though, usually, the deepest part is more likely to be what fell.  Which... is more like six inches?  Or so.

And, none of it melted off.  It is fluff, top to bottom.  No ice underneath, no sludge.  Just powder.  But it is heavy.  Ugh.  I cleared five to seven feet from the garage out.  Had to come in.  My hands were absolutely freezing!  Checked the temperature, because of such serious cold.  It is 20.  Ah, but the wind.  Yea.  And, at least when I was coming in, it was a solid wall, and probably fifteen to twenty knots?  So, okay.  At first I thought I'd lost my Iowa earned winter balls!  But, no.  With that sort of wind, especially since the air it is moving is even colder than standing?  Yea.  It's... cold enough for me to have been a bit whiny.  Still, I'll be back out shortly.  Want to finish cleaning that area, then scoop to the front path, and open the sidewalk from the drive to the front door.  Hopefully that will... help anyone who ends up clearing the rest of the drive.  Or I am stuck.  No way can I clear the rest of the drive.

Still?  I love when I can bust my butt doing some shoveling.  It hurts.  My ribs are probably going to feel like they were staved.  My back doesn't bother me too much, or for to long.  Sleeping on the floor mostly fixes that somehow.  But the ribs?  Yeah.  Those will hurt.  And... I like that.

It is a pretty day though.  I watched the plow move through.  Going really slow today, not like when we get just a few inches.  Even the big machines have limits, and this snow is pushing those limits.

On to... something.  Oh, and coffee is being brewed.  If that doesn't finish warming me, I'll make bone broth.  Loving that stuff.  Stay warm, dry, cool, or whatever you need.  Be well, prayers and thoughts your way.  Oh?  And if you can get to church?  Do so.  Say a little prayer for me.  Whether out of pity, hatred, or whatnot.  I won't be out, couldn't get out if I wanted to today.  But I will... pray for you.  Just not with any hatred.  Not my gig.  Later.