It was brutal, but the practical effect on me was about 36 hours of enforced sloth. We're now behind the blizzard -- in garish sunshine, in the middle of one of those huge mid-continent high-pressure systems that portend days of sub-zero annoyance.
Never mind. It keeps out the riff-raff.
Paul appeared at 10 a.m. on his sturdy International Harvester M, and my lane is now passable. As Jinglebob reminded us yesterday, it is good to live in a place where "neighbor" is still a meaningful word.