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If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. I can't think of a better way to keep track of these storms, though it does still strike me as slightly ridiculous to be naming them.

Best estimate was that we got 8 inches.

The plow worked like a charm and we had the drive cleared in record time—enough time, in fact, to open up the office and see patients all afternoon. The joys of having your business in your home. At 9 am I started answering the phones and rebooking all the people who had cancelled last night.

A couple of my Christmas caps saw their cold weather debut.

My husband got his own 1898 Hat. He was the model for the original, a fact that he hopes will someday fade with the passage of time, but he still needed his own.

He wasn't as cooperative posing for shots of this hat.

Terzo needed a new balaclava. His old one was knit for him when he was about 4 years old and it was much too short in the neck at this point. I had his almost done before Christmas, but then I ran out of yarn about one inch from the top. ARGH. This was one of the hats that I put into a box and gifted with the needles still in, so the recipient could decide what he wanted to do.

He elected to have some stripes added to the neck, so I ripped it out completely last week and knit it again. He wanted Patriots colors, to drive his Giants-fan dad a little nuts.

I was still frantically working on it this morning...

But I got it done just in time for him to give it a test drive today.