Blanketed
My prediction that the cold snap we endured near the beginning of the year would be our annual bout of frigid weather has been debunked.
I woke up this morning to a blanket of white. I finished shoveling a little while ago. It's cold, but not unpleasantly so. Grainy ice lay under the powdery snow.
Barbara had a hot cup of coffee waiting for me when I came back inside. When I finish warming up, I'm going to foolishly venture to work. Where else can I get anything done, but in a certain building? After all, in Oswego, NY they've almost four meters of snow; a few inches is nothin'.