Fourteen inches of snow.
I sure wish I could go to work but my car is too short to get over the ruts in the street. While she handles the snow beautifully when it's more than halfway up her tires (have I said how much I love my all-wheel-drive Subaru?), after her belly gets high-centered, I'm stuck. We got her moving again and turned around - and backed her into her parking spot, facing forwards. But the ruts in the street are just too deep.
If it was all flattened out she'd do fine. A tractor came down to our neighbors' yesterday with a box blade, but the ruts from tall vehicles on the street are still too deep to navigate. I am sad. I like to work.