So, my car hasn't moved since December 20. We dug it out of its snowbank today, which took about two hours. My license plate got torn off with the iceberg we pushed off the front of my car, sigh. Last year, my windshield wipers were sacrificed -- this year, the license plate.

Of course, it's like washing your car to bring the rain; it's begun to snow again, and by snow, I mean SNOW. We've got about another three inches of fresh powder over a few inches of slush on our street. We tried to venture out at about 6:30, and we didn't even make it around the corner at the bottom of the cul-de-sac. Someone was perpendicular to the road on a blind corner, hazards on. We made the executive decision to go the hell home.

School starts again tomorrow -- maybe? I'd hate to miss the first day of class (and work!), but, well, I don't think people are going anywhere tomorrow. It's a white out on this side of the river. I mean, I'd be glad to get another day of rest, but... this is kind of silly.