We have survived Day 2 of the snowpocolypse of 2022.
Last night MBH and I huddled together under a blanket and rode out the storm. Since we live in a climate controlled house it was basically just like every other winter night, only with snow falling outside. I bet the wind was blowing too, but what did we care, we were inside a house.
The milk is holding out so no trudging through the snow uphill. My back, however, isn’t holding out after shoveling the driveway yesterday and today.
This morning running was out of the question, so I headed to the basement for my weight workout. After the first set, 25 push-ups, my back was killing me, so I came back upstairs where MBH observed “that seemed fast”. Fortunately after a rest and a variety of painkillers I was able to clear the driveway this afternoon. Tomorrow I will clear the driveway one last time – I’m hoping to use the push broom and salt. I’m confident that Manchester will plow one last time and block the end of my driveway again so I foresee a contest of wills over which one of us will be able to outlast the other, a contest I’m not willing to lose.
I realize many of you are celebrating and enjoying these “snow days” but this is interfering with my regularly scheduled “retirement days” which is just like a snow day except without all the cold, snow, and most importantly immobility and therefore much more enjoyable. For those of you who continue to suffer “workdays”, I can only offer my deepest sympathy and gratitude that you continue to produce all the goods and services I consume.
Tomorrow I hope that I don’t just leave the house, I leave my property. It’s good to have something to look forward to.
