Maggie (last Friday) and Angstrom (yesterday):




daughter Johanna (in front of her beautiful apartment building and trying to hide behind Mr. Toad),



as if we could go anywhere or anyone else could get here.
We're watching our neighbor trying to clear the driveway next door and the snow is deeper than his snowblower is tall. According to the local TV station, this is the worst snowstorm since the blizzard of '78. Glad we don't have to go anywhere.
This is the driveway next door. Mr. Toad is very happy that he has a garage to keep him dry.