The official measure is fourteen inches in Central Park, which is not bad for “sleety rain with chance of occasional snow showers.” I sort of wished I hadn’t worn my hiking sandals on Friday, but what the hey.
Meanwhile, if you want to feel better about this godawful mess of an early storm, it’s still snowing in Colebrook, NH, and as of 11:30 this morning it was knee-deep in Jim Macdonald’s yard and crotch-deep at the foot of his driveway.
I don’t know about you, but in about five minutes I’m going to pile all our blankets and comforters onto my bed and crawl in under them. And I’m going to stick my bedroom slippers under my pillow so they’ll be warm in the morning, and I’ll be able to put them on before I get out from under the covers.
If Patrick comes in and drops a handful of snow on me again, violence may ensue.