My son and I shoveled our nine inches off of the walkway and driveway.
Nine inches official, seemed more like six inches to me.
Dry and powdery. Easy to shovel except when it was blowing back in my face.

Part B
Now I want it to go away.
Instead we’ll get a few days of single digit (F) temperatures at night, then a few damp days of slush and mud.
Ok. I’m giving it a deadline. I want it out of here and the weather to be consistently moderate no later than Saint Patrick’s Day. No excuses.
I can wear the kilt! I can control the weather!

I need a cup of hot chocolate now...