Holy freakin' moly. Finally tucking in for the night. Whiteout out there...
We're supposed to get 8-10 inches tonight. Um, it's already 7+, and just barely started. White out coming home. Route 1 plowed a couple hours ago. No lights or signs for miles at a time; no idea where the edge of the road is. Just black, charcoal grey and light grey with white flying at me. Every so often, a car coming the other way and I realize that I have once again drifted into the middle of the highway, so scramble to glide back to my lane. By the time I got home, my neck and head were aching from straining to see the unseeable.
When I headed down to feed and tuck Dahli in, I kept expecting to see her snow-covered head sticking out the barn door. No hoofprints in front of the barn, so I was sure she kept herself inside. No Dahli, no Dahli, and then in my periperal vision I see a snow sculpture of a horse. Double take...definitely a snow sculpture of a horse. It's Dahli and she's standing frozen in one spot. There are no hoofprints to be seen, and my brain crazily starts to wonder if she froze in place 
Then she twitched her ears, so I knew she was still alive. Gaaaaah. Poor pony spent the entire storm standing in one spot and now is blanketed in 6 inches of snow! I got her huge pile of hay, dragged her inside. She was snorting a funny, hollow sounding snort. She's double-blanketed under the snow blanket, so well insulated and warm underneath. The icy air makes her snorts sound whistly and echoey. Can't describe it.
As soon as we got back inside, Luna jumped on the bed and dumped snow all over the comforter. 
I yelled for him to get off, so he jumped down. While I was trying to stamp the snow off my boots, I turned my back for a second, and when I turned back he was back on the bed. More snow on my bed.
I'm having ginger tea with honey now. I want a hot toddy.
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