There’s kind of a lot. That’s okay, though. As I always say, “Snow is fun for half a day.” On Saturday I shoveled for several hours and I’m still not done. My woodpile was completely covered. A stranger wouldn’t have known we had any firewood at all. The worst thing was when I used a broom to knock snow off the tarp, I suddenly had a much smaller supply.
I’m hoping for a window of opportunity tomorrow from 7:00 to 8:00 a.m. That’s when I’ll bust out in the 4WD Dakota [pictured] to buy a Sunday paper and a gallon of milk. By 9:00 a.m. it’s supposed to start snowing again, so… At least the errand won’t be boring. In weather like this, the local practice of ignoring stop signs and driving like my late brother Bill on meth rises to high art.