It snowed all day today.
I ended up shoveling the driveway and sidewalk five times, the first time at 7:00 am and the last at 4:30. The driveway and sidewalk are now... covered with snow. I actually like shoveling snow, in moderation -- it's not such a big driveway, nor a very long stretch of sidewalk -- but by day's end the romance was starting to wear thin. Also, the futility of the exercise was becoming apparent: I had our stretch of sidewalk clean, but none of the neighbors were doing theirs -- apparently shoveling snow is a guy thing, and I seem to be the only adult male who's home all day.
It ended up being around 30 cm (1 foot). Eventually the other daddies came home and shoveled, and now you can sort of walk on the sidewalk.
I suppose I should link to this Garrison Keillor essay, because once in a while he still connects with the ball.