I have been cold and damp for most of the day. After my last session of shoveling, my coat and hat and gloves were drenched. That should tell you how heavy the snow was. Think of about a foot of wet, white cement. That's about right.
I am tired and sore and dreaming of flannel pillows, quilts, a good book, a sleep mask. All that's missing is some hot chocolate and Bailey's Irish Cream. This day has been exhausting. I was ready for bed around noon.
And now, Saint Marty's ready to settle down for a long winter's nap.
|So does daddy...|