I think we lucked out, here in the woods of Nottingham. The local numbers seemed to be all over the place, with Concord getting 18 inches and Rye on the coast logging in with a foot. I don't think we had even a foot.

It blew and snowed and snowed and blew and then blew some more for good measure. All day Saturday and all day Sunday. The wind started to get to me. (I can understand why people go nuts during the Mistral and start killing each other.)

Late Sunday afternoon I decided to take some beads and Lindt chocolates and a bottle of non-alcoholic wine (I know; what's the point?) up the hill to my neighbors'. Maybe 2 inches on the deck and surrounding the house. Trudged through an 8 inch drift at the base of the driveway. The driveway -- uphill 200 feet -- was hard slogging, but only about 6-8 inches deep. Uneven footing underneath, though. Even in front of the cars, parked up at the head of the driveway just in from the road, it was only up to mid-calf. That's including what the town plow pushed in front of the cars.

Today is bright sun and (thank goodness!) no wind. The cars are shovelled out, Tom's gone up to The Gold Bug Antiques in Maine, and I've got a path shovelled up to the cars.

Used the weekend well to get all sorts of stuff done around the house that needed doing. So I'm feeling very accomplished and even more or less rested before heading to work tomorrow morning. The timing of the storm was great. Nice not to have to shovel out on a deadline to get to work at a decent season.

Linn