The temperature remained steady at eighteen degrees while it snow all day long. All day long. Yet there did not look to be anymore snow on the ground at the end of the day than when I woke up. What was happening to all that snow? It is hard to imagine the ground still held enough warmth to be melting it from below. There has been no warmth of late.
One glass table top has taken on a much more visible ice blue hue in the cold.
The extended diagnosis is for cold cold. There are many days ahead with highs in the lower thirties. This may be the longest stretch of winter like deep cold of the season. We're trapped.
I started the taxes and quickly hit a snag. Further receipt scrutiny and organizing was needed for business deductions. Meh. There will be more cold days ahead. A nap was more appealing.
The curious thing for the day was when the electric company truck crawled by looking at the power lines, in particular one that crosses the scenic byway to one of my neighbor's houses. They looked and drove away. Twenty minutes later the power went out. Twenty minutes later the truck was back. They cranked up a chainsaw, cut something so small I didn't see it fall and drove away. Twenty minutes later the power was back on.
This just seemed like the most unlikely day for a minute adjustment on the major chopping they did on that line three months ago. The power had not even gone out that I was aware of.
All I can manage is short excursion to the front porch where I can look at evergreens sprinkled with snow that for some strange reason is not piling up. There will be no chopping and sawing on a day like this.