When I woke up this morning (about fifteen minutes ahead of my alarm, as it happens), Lisa (who had been unable to sleep and was near the end of her "day") was putting more wood in the fireplace. She warned me that we'd had snow, and that she'd been sweeping the sidewalk and porch.
When it got light enough to take a picture, I had a look.
There wasn't very much snow — 1-2 cm accumulation.
There was more up in the Pah Rah Mountains to the west, and by all accounts much more in the Sierra Nevada. Too bad the pandemic means the ski resorts are closed.
Almost nothing accumulated on paved surfaces.
A few hours later, the clouds cleared and nearly all of the snow melted, except for thin strips of snow that stuck to power poles like this one. The snow was wet enough that it froze to the poles until they got enough direct sunlight to melt the strips. Standing near such poles was a bad idea, as chunks of wet snow could release from a pole without warning.
We went to Raley's last night and bought a larger-than-usual amount of groceries in the hope that we won't have to go out very much for a while. Reno's mayor has ordered bars and restaurants closed, and while there aren't yet such restrictions in place in Fernley, a number of places like fast-food outlets are take-out/drive-through only.
We're not just huddling indoors, although it's cold enough that we mostly stay under cover. There's enough room around here to maintain "social distancing" and still get out and walk around.
So now we wait and hope the steps being taken will tamp down the pandemic to at least keep it within the ability of medical services to cope with it.