It's beautiful and horrifying at the same time. Yesterday was 40 degrees, so of course, under all that fluffy stuff is slick, invisible, and totally smooth black ice. I'm seeing cars slide by on the road silently, and I can't look to see how they're going to stop. I've sprinkled my steps liberally with salt, but I still worry for my mailman.
1 hour down, 11 more to go.