We got a quickie blizzard -- enough to keep us both home.
(Actually, it was kind of nice.)
How do I know it was a blizzard? Because, based on our Texan neighbors:
Watching them is our 'thermometer.' The hoodies may come out, but they don't wear long pants unless it's close to zero outside!
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