12.5", thanks. According to the weather dudes, it's sixth heaviest snowfall on record here in Indy, and the heaviest since 1994.
Side roads are impassible to vehicles with big fiberglass cow-catchers that dangle mere inches from the pavement. For that matter, just backing out of the garage is a no go when the snow is over the rear license plate.
We shoveled and push-broomed roomie's car out of its white cocoon and then, along with a neighbor, formed the People's Revolutionary Committee For Voluntary Communal Snow Removal. With me and neighbor on shovels and Bobbi at the helm of her 20" electric snow removal doohickey, we cleared the alley from neighbor's garage to the street.
I schlepped to the grocery store, but most folks hadn't gotten their sidewalks shoveled and side streets were still in the "you're on your own" category for snowplows, and so I had to walk the few blocks in the uneven wheel ruts in the foot-deep snow. Good for the ankles; strengthens the calves.
After I got back and rewarded the morning's industriousness with bacon and a beer, it was time for more shoveling, this time in the front of the house. Got it done in fairly short order. Go Team Me!
Boy, are my shoulders sore. I think a long hot bath is in order today, with my magic bath salts of muscle relaxing.