I think in the end this "blizzard" was not as devastating as they expected it to be, and we perhaps could have carried on as usual.
I laid a fire in the wood stove, and cooked up a large pot of onion soup.
There is something lovely about feeling safe and warm inside the house while all sorts of weather goes on out there.
I got to enjoy the contrast, going out to shovel the walk.
I'd received a message last night from a neighbor two houses away letting me know that he had to leave for Denver very early in the morning, and would not be able to clear the sidewalk in front of my house, as he has done for years. (It was a long time before he let me know who was doing it.)
He offered, instead, to teach me how to use his snow-blower. But I got the message too late, and resorted to the simple muscle-powered snow-shovel; it was pleasant to do.
I am curious what tomorrow will bring---sun and thaw? ice? sleet?
It might be safe to drive to early minyan.
Now I will sit and enjoy the last of the fire in the wood stove, in the company of a cat.