Buried

So, as it turns out, we couldn't go sledding today if we wanted to. Our car doors scrape against the snow when we open them, there's a solid mass of snow extending from the ground up over the top of the car, and the snow drift behind the car reaches to the bottom of the bumper. I don't think we could even get out of our parking space to brave the roads. And it's still coming down. We would've had a better chance making it to class this morning than we will tomorrow, so I'm thinking tomorrow will be another snow day, official or not.