So we had this little weather event last weekend you may have heard of. Single biggest snowfall at one time ever recorded in Portland (31 and some change inches – and we didn’t get the jackpot). Started Friday and went pretty much all day Saturday. The wind was crazy (but fortunately, not bad enough here to lead to power outages). I got to leave work at noon on Friday. Celebrated by baking muffins and mainlining Lizzie Bennet Diaries episodes.
Saturday, I baked rolls, and we had the neighbors up to play games. There was some hilarity when BF decided to go out in the afternoon and explore a bit, and discovered that our back door was completely snowed in.
Sunday – well, that’s about three and a half hours of my life I’ll never get back. That’s how long it took us to clear out – bearing in mind that we own a snow blower. I do have to say though, I’ve been going to the gym since October, and I think this was the best evidence yet that it’s been doing something. I should have woken up Monday morning so sore I could barely move, but I felt fine. So yay for that?
So, all in all, not a bad storm, kinda fun, but still nothing I need to see again for another couple of decades.