Resting on a blanket of snow

Christine flops down on a blanket -- not warm and soft, more like cold and crusty -- of snow.

This was right after conquering the driveway at Birch Street Headquarters, clearing off a few inches of thick, icy, heavy snow. (Well okay, Dan and Julie helped.)

The temperature was warming up toward 40, but the forecast was calling for another deep freeze, dipping down to zero or below Monday night. How long 'til spring?