I got welcomed back by a blanket of 23 inches of snow (according to the newspaper). My sister and I arrived at the Philadelphia airport and learned that our flight was delayed for 2 hours. No worries, we sat and knitted. Then we found out that there were no more planes leaving from Denver to Fresno after 9pm. My sister made a beeline to the counter and off she went to catch another flight with connection through Los Angeles. Still in Philly, I waited and knitted and knitted.
And this is what it looked like from my bedroom window the next day, where I was sitting and knitting.
And this is from the same angle on Friday. Believe it or not, that is what the weather is like in this part of the world.