At least six inches, baby!  (And probably close to eight if I really bothered to measure it)

The inner child in me wants to skip down the hallway.  I must be the only person in the entire city who loves snow.

It’s not all fun and games, as today is grocery day (account replenished) and that means trying to get a grocery cart across icy snow-covered streets.  Not fun.  I didn’t dare drive the Green Hornet in this stuff….with the kind of week I’m having, I’d end up in a crash….

So, I’m waiting to cross the street, having to practically be in the street in order to cross.  A lady in a van stops and asks if she can give me a ride.  I smile and thank her but told her that I just lived across the way.  She takes off, and I’m alternately pushing and pulling the cart across (it’s top heavy so it keeps wanting to pitch over), trying to get across before one of the leadfoots comes up the street.  I’m at the curb trying to get over it, not having much luck, when a guy in a huge delivery truck stops it in the middle of the roadway to help me get it onto the sidewalk.  He says something like “hope you get to where you’re going okay” and hops back into his truck.

Angels everywhere.  🙂