12:19AM

Watching the Olympics last night I heard a very familiar sound, and not one that I like to hear. That low rumble that signifies snow barreling off the roof. Ew, it was back.

I just can't seem to remember to look up when I open a door. One of these days I'll be on the receiving end of a lot of snow, but last night for some reason I looked up.

The snow was really heavy and wet and before dropping to the ground there was about 8 inches of weirdly fungi looking overhang. I love how you can see the grooves of the roof and the ruffled edges.