Buried at Home in a March Sierra Snowstorm

The March storm finally let up enough to go outside, and outside is mostly gone. The snow off the back of the house has piled higher than my head — I stood next to it just to have proof. The front door is done for now: snow packed against the glass most of the way up, icicles hanging down through the middle of it. We're using whichever exits still work.

Inside, the house has gone dim in a specific way. The dining room window looks straight into a wall of snow with a strip of sky at the top. The office windows in the round room are about half buried, so working in there feels like being below decks.

The roof is the real concern. There's a slab a few feet thick running the whole length of it, curling off the edge above the garage in one continuous overhang. Someone dunked a snowball in the basketball hoop and it's still sitting in the net, frozen there. At some point that whole cornice is coming down at once, and I'd like to not be under it.