Building on yesterday's blog here are some shots from my balcony of the scary white stuff that fell from the sky.

And:

While I contemplated walking around Nikeland and seeing the nutria sliding in the snow, Arabella sat patiently in front of the space heater.

By the time I got out of the shower the snow was pretty much melted, and I wasn't sure if anyone wanted to see pictures of nutria in the slush.
I managed a trip to Fred Meyer, who rules the grocery world around here, and got a mocha from the Starbucks next door to Fred's, but otherwise I did not stretch my hamstrings outdoors.