We have snow. Now it's not snowing but the weather guy says it'll be sleet or rain overnight which is terrible news. We call the heavy stuff--"heart attack" snow.
Our weather tester, Riley, went out for 30 seconds (after G pushed the back door open), turned around and came back in. He'll hold it until morning. Now, we're all going to bed.
I'll show you the snow in the morning. I think it's 10 to 12 inches.