What I called a chimney fire in last night's update was really more like a chimney smoker. So now the inside of our house smells like a campground on July 4 weekend while the exterior of our house looks like Santa's Village (the real one, not that dumb New Hampshire amusement park next to Six-Gun City).

I took the picture of Tom's truck to give you an idea of the scale of the snowpiles. Then Paul made me take a picture of my car because he admired its rhino horn.