Two hours later, I came out after lunch with my sweetie to find it had turned sharp: sleet or frozen rain or whatever you want to call it was mixed in with the snow, such that there was a sharp tapping on my hood and if I turned my face into it, it stung. Still not bad, but no longer pleasant.
Than it started raining.
Two hours later I'm trying to get across a busy street, and find myself stranded: if I go forward I'm going to fill my shoes with ice-water; if I try to go back, I'm liable to be run down by one of the morons Massachusetts hands drivers licenses out to, half of whom are too stupid to turn their lights on or even slow down in conditions where there's so little contrast you can barely discern anything unless you're looking right at it. So I stood there on the edge of the road getting splashed til there was a big enough gap in traffic for me to walk down the middle of the road to a driveway where the water was shallow enough for me to get to the sidewalk.
I love snow. I like serious cold — -5 or -10° C is invigorating. But this slush is seriously nasty.
I suppose I can take some comfort in knowing that I won't have to be out early tomorrow: It's going to freeze tonight, with the temp bottoming out just in time for tomorrow morning's commute. And it's going to be just barely freezing, which is when ice is it's slipperiest. Fun times.