My housemate came home last night and said, "So, bets on whether it actually snows this time?" When I left my house ~7am, there were some flecks of snow on the parked cars -- which could have been confused for frost. While at the gym, I saw through the windows snow falling. The snow kept up throughout most of the day, but it was never all that heavy -- except in so far as it was often wet snow verging on freezing rain (though never that uncomfortable -- I got to be outside various times and was always pleased, though admittedly not my sometimes glee). Not a lot of accumulation. Is supposed to continue through tomorrow (low of 26F tonight and high of 38F tomorrow).
The Cathedral is the only church I encountered that was doing a Fat Tuesday pancake dinner, so that's where I was tonight. They burned last year's palms (yes, I hummed "Sunday's Palms are Wednesday's Ashes"), inviting people to put palms into the fire symbolizing things they wanted to get rid of this Lent. People were nice, though I didn't get to have as long conversations with anyone as I might have liked. The pancakes were actually really good. (I grew up on my mom's sourdough pancakes, so I rarely like other people's pancakes, including restaurant pancakes.) I did not have any of the pork sausage or turkey bacon.