Since the parking lot at my apartment was not (and is never) plowed in a timely fashion,

And I have neither an SUV nor a team of sled dogs (nor a Tonton), I said, "Eh, screw it," fired off an "I'm out today" email to BMR, and went back to bed until 1:30pm (as you do).

In related news, I think I need snow boots.
Yeah, I made it through four years of lake-effect Rochester snow without them, but I'm old and decrepit more mature now, and I like my feet to be dry.
My first instinct would usually be blue, but in this instance, I'm thinking fire engine red.

Now to head out (bootlessly) into the frozen ice planet to dig out my car for tomorrow.