It turns out that the way my building is shaped lends itself to bizarre and alarming wind-related noise - Chris and I both woke up during the snowstorm on Saturday night (which was actually the same snowstorm we had all weekend) and thought that the building was going to fall over. Alternatively, it may have been ghosts.

I’m not sure exactly how much snow we got, in the end, because it kept blowing around so much that some parts of our courtyard were bare and others had huge piles of it. But now that we’ve had our first snowstorm in which everything didn’t melt by the next morning, I feel more comfortable about calling this “winter.”