No, it didn't snow in San Francisco. The news reporters couldn't let go of it... when the storm fizzled out Thursday night/Friday morning, they seemed so let down, and then when they started saying, "It's going to come Friday night now! Really! This time we mean it!" I was all, uh-huh. Let go, guys.
And while there may have been a few flakes mixed in with the rain up on Twin Peaks, we're now on day two of bright sunshine and temps in the 40s -- cold for us here in San Francisco, yes, but really not that exciting.
However, my birdbath was frozen over this morning when I went out with the dogs. Oh, Mother Nature in all your horrifying display!