Yesterday we watched as 36″ of snow (yes, 36) fell all day long, along with wind gusts of up to 80 mph.

At sunrise:

Later in the afternoon:

Before we went to bed:

I don’t know how we’ll get out of here. We have a snow plow driver all set to do the work after every storm, but it is going to take him a lot longer to plow his other clients’ driveways. We are at the end of the list, being the farthest away.

I don’t know how a pickup truck with a snow plow attachment could plow through three feet of snow anyway. Big plow trucks were stuck on the interstate last night.

Nothing is moving. How could it?

And why is there a muffin top on our car?

Just for fun, Banjo Man fired up the leaf blower and blew some snow off the back of the car and around the back door. He did not step outside.

We had stored our food from the freezers in coolers with ice packs by two doors. It seemed like a good idea at the time because we were sure we would lose power, but now those three coolers are hidden under three feet of snow.

The all-time snowfall record in RI (28,6″, Storm of ’78) was easily broken earlier in the afternoon.

But the wonderful–really wonderful-– news is that we still have power.

View from the patio door last night:

The little white Christmas lights are still shining.