I just can't quit with these snow pictures.
Here's a majestic picture of "the Hill" on campus, with the University Center building at the top.
And the space between the music school and the business school:
John sometimes gets impatient with my picture taking.
The snow is gradually sliding off the roofs on our street, and it's sort of hanging over the windows like a curtain.
Weirdly, the icicles don't fall off or break at that point. They just reach toward the house, like they're trying to get in and stab us. John said it looks like the inside of a shark's mouth, with so many rows of teeth that they curve in.
I still can't complain, since we need actual curtains in our bedroom. Now the neighbors can't see me getting dressed.