Two steps forward, one step back

We received maybe 6" of snow overnight, sleeting when I walked for the newspaper, raining now. And about 27 F, which leads to interesting possibilities for that rain, of course. I ran the snowblower and cleared walks and steps, but did not clear off the cars -- if we get a layer of ice, it's easier to clear the cars if that is on top of a layer of snow.

And I still had the snowblower running when the city plow came back to make a second run at blocking us in, so I won _that_ skirmish. We take joy where we can find it.

Now drying out, with balaclava and mitts on the radiator and jacket hung next to it, and a hot cup of coffee in my hand.

The wearin' o' the . . . white?

I don't think this is what most people visualize for St. Paddy's Day.

But I have my orange shirt on.

(Look, if my grandfather married a lapsed Mennonite, I suspect the Irish branch of my ancestry wasn't Catholic.)