Storm of the century...

Storm of the century, well, almost.  It is blowing 60, howling like the dickens (woke Abby up from her nap), and snowing, and blowing, and snowing some more, and howling again.  Shwoosh, swiiiish, zroom, creak, crack (of the house), roll, roll of thing on the porch, and swish and thunk of the trash can blowing away and landing again. Ah, Kodiak weather.