“groovy mother...”

Clyde getting his shake on in the chilly snowbank.

It's challenging when there's 8" of snow on the ground, but your legs are only 7" long.

Clyde has also found the new tastiest snack ever -- Snow. He bloody loves eating it. So long as he sticks to the white stuff, we're happy for him.

Unsuccessful braking yesterday morning, due to sheet ice on a bridge, has left me with a buggered-up hood, bumper and headlight. So this year, I've been a wash for my insurance company.

A great Boston tradition. Let's see if my space and/or the chair are still there when I get home.

We won't be opening the sliding door any time soon.

I don't think I'll be making it into work tomorrow

Just barely visible is some poor bugger who tried to drive down the street, and is now having to resort to digging-out and pushing his car to have any hope of making it to the other end

Not cycling anywhere today.

Another couple of inches, and we might lose Bacon!

The snow-laded cycle-path near Davis Square