Seems to be the day for cutting back the snow banks, and there's been a parade of dump trucks and graders running up and down my very short street that's not a shortcut to anything all day.
Just watched them go by for the seventh or eighth time already. Three of those were for clearing the street (either side, then taking care of the ridge left in the middle), but then just over and over going up the street for some unknown reason. It's all very entertaining, if baffling.