Arriving home, I parked my car in the street and picked my way to my door, stretching to match the still-visible tracks of my mailman. The unmarked snow was probably 7 inches deep. When I got inside, I peeled off my soaked socks. My nice corduroy pant-legs were pretty wet too, so I left them with the legs dangling into the bathtub to dry. Then I bundled up in nice warm snow-resistant clothing and ventured back outside!
It took over an hour shovel my driveway, sidewalk, front walk, and porch. The snow was light and fluffy, which helped, but there was just a lot of it. At least I got my exercise for the day! It had stopped snowing by the time I finished, which was nice: hopefully I won't need to do anything more in the morning.
At 9:15pm, I easily drove my car up my nicely shoveled driveway and tucked it into the garage. I went inside, stamped off the snow, peeled off my many layers, and made myself some nice hot soup. It's good to be warm, and it's good to be home!