Now Bobert, I haz no idea what yur talking about. I just spent over an hour trying to put a dent in the snow in our driveway. Finally some kids came along and asked if I wanted any help. I told them I'd give them ten bucks "just" to clear out the drift at the end of the driveway. It was four feet high, of compacted snow and sand that the snow plows had pushed into my driveway. I worked with them on it, and the three of us shoveling, and then clearing it out with a snow blower took us almost a half hour... to go six feet. I'll go out for my third shot at the driveway, and I haven't done the sidewalk along the side of the house, or in the back.

I keep saying to myself, "This is a good day!" Thank God I have an operating nrevous system so I can feel every ache in my joints and in my back. I thank God that I can see over the four foot drifts. And thank God I don't have to go anywhere today so I can lie here on the floor and groan softly. If I didn't have a voice, how would I groan?

All that said, a woman we've been visiting for the last year, who had no family or friends, died last week. We found out when we went to visit her on Sunday. She had been in a lot of pain, and had to go on oxygen. She died alone, with no one to hold her hand or be with her.
Her funeral is tomorrow and I don't know if we'll be able to get through this snow to go there. If we don't I don't know if there'll be anyone there.

Now that I mention it, this IS a good day. Tiring, though. So how come God didn't make snow in colors? It would at least have been more interesting to shovel.

The Ollllld man from Connecticut.. groaannn..