Surprise! There IS room for more!

I was wrong. Three hours, the both of us and it is cleared. The blown piles are now higher than the window sills.

For my annual workover checkup early this morning I was chauffeured to the front door of the clinic. Going was easy, it had only been snowing since 5:00 am. Coming back was a challenge. The old Volvo wagon is a capable beast in the snow, it's dodging the other, slipping and sliding drivers...

Resident TV weather man (the sproingy spandexed gazelle man in summer time) was out shoveling the same time as me. "This is no three inches Mr. Weatherman!", I hollered. "I know, I'm sorry", he hollered back. Right on.

Now where is that Advil....I can hardly lift my arms.