My total was somewhere between 0.0 and 0.00, either way, well below the warning criteria that was issued.
Of all of the winter storms to produce worthless results this one was indeed the King Queen. Queen Brenda was the one futile storm to rule all futile storms. The futility was so on-point with the rest of the season. I actually shed a tear this morning as I looked back in delight, recalling how this storm slowly began to rage, ultimately building into a perfect crescendo of nothing. At it's wet, white teasing peak this final blast of winter brilliantly failed me one last time. And it did so in grand fashion...a wonderfully precise, in-tune orchestration of wind, and cold rain, ultimately ending as a fervor of white rain...again...one more time, kicking a beaten man while down.
I don't think I will ever witness such a LeBron James type flop in my lifetime.
I will admit, I was scared as I thought I would indeed limp up to 12" for the season (a mark that I have been trying to avoid). The forecast called for anywhere from 4"-8", but lucky for me I stuck to my guns, and this goal was ultimately thwarted, and I am happy to report that I am still at 11" for the season.
Congrats to those who received anywhere from .5" - 36"