Greetings from Ice Station Zebra, where it looks like the snow is finally beginning to taper off. Still a fair amount of wind, so it's hard to say if what's in the air now is falling or just blowing around.

We're up around 30 inches now, and at one point this morning we had the high score (so to speak) for Massachusetts, though it looks like places on the South Shore will wind up beating us (some places are expected to get the full yard of snow). With the wind there are a number of high drifts. We had one in our driveway that was up around 5 feet. Thanks to a deal with our landlord, we got to shovel it away for a break in our rent (and an even bigger thanks to him for doubling the amount of that break when he saw how much snow we were going to get).

Somehow, in all of this snow, the wife thought it would be a good idea to go to church. Even more surprising, the priests at St. Mary Star of the Sea thought it would be a good idea to remain open. So we walked over, not that we had a choice. I've not seen a plow on our street since last night, and there was a 2 to 3 foot snow pile we had to climb over at an intersection the next street over.

The walk was brisk, but apparently worth it as we made up fifty percent of the congregation this morning. Not surprisingly, Mass was short.

Not much else to say storm-wise, other than to note it's almost time to get back out shoveling. I've managed to get the driveway about half open, which will be handy if our upstairs neighbors actually try to get home tonight. For their own sakes, I hope they're hunkered down somewhere and not planning on returning until tomorrow.

I will take a second to note the passing of Johnny Carson. I don't think I could come close to doing justice to his long and storied career, but will simply note that whatever interest I have in late night TV and topical humor I generally got from him and the Tonight Show before Jay Leno screwed it up. Please join me in a memorial imaginary golf swing.