I got up at 7:45, went outside, and there was already sleet coming down. Less snow than the forecast would have led me to expect, but I’d rather have snow than sleet. I’m not sure how much snow there is. A few inches, but doesn’t look like six. I ran my new battery-powered mini snowblower. Cleared my driveway, my next-door neighbor’s driveway (she was quite pleasantly surprised when she came out—the thing is so quiet she didn’t hear it running), the area in front of our driveways, the sidewalk, and my stoop. Then the battery ran out. By the time I got out of the shower, everything had a fresh coating again—but it’ll be less to deal with later. I may or may not get a second battery. We live in a townhouse with a one-car garage, so the battery lasted for just about the right amount of time, but it might be nice to have an extra if I ever want to stay out there to clear some more. Worked out well today, though. I came back in, showered, had breakfast, and spent an hour starting a Belgian beef stew in the slow cooker. Sleet is still coming down fairly hard at 1:45 (I can see it bouncing, which is how I know it’s sleet), so I’m not all that eager to go back outside and clear the driveway again.
Some of the morons are complaining that the Kingstowne plow hasn’t reached their streets yet. It has a lot of streets to cover. I’m waiting for someone to whine that “the county” isn’t doing a good enough job plowing. In other words, tell me you’re not from Virginia without saying you’re not from Virginia. (For those unfamiliar, Fairfax County doesn’t plow roads. VDOT does.)