Snow, snow, snow

Trevor posts photos that suggest he might not be going on a scheduled bike ride this afternoon.

Lisa plots out her neighborhood cross-country ski route

Angela succumbs to cabin fever:

Kristina and I already watched two movies and consumed half a cheesecake. Every so often, we open up the front door and "ooo" and "awe" at the amount of snow blanketing our street.

And, of course, no blizzard would be complete without a Blizzard of '78 comparison - check out Sonia's family photo from that storm.