We were being walloped by another snow storm. More back-breaking shoveling for hubby (Time to get a snow blower?) and muddy snow slush (It didn’t take long for the pristine snow to get brown.) mixed with salt splashing my car after I just cleaned it (Well, hubby did. He’s my lifeline.) and if these snow-trodden feet could get any colder, they would turn into ice and fall off in chunks. It’s very possible. They’ve already lost their faculty to feel.