Yep.

Church cancelled this morning "due to the storm and the bad driving conditions." A bummer, as we were going to sing Distler's arrangement of "Lo, How a Rose Ere Blooming" as an introit.

The snow has stopped here, with only about eight inches of accumulation. Our forebears would consider us wimps. On the other hand, our forebears would have had the minister living in the parsonage, not twenty-plus miles away over not-yet-plowed roads.