I shoveled a couple of inches of snow that had been rained on and it turned to slush. Very heavy job. I am sick of the snow. It snowed on our fire last night. It’s getting old. Not much to shovel this morning though, probably a broom would do the job. Still, every time I go out it snows. I am sick of it. Not an augury for an early spring.
Plus today’s commute was kind of hairy, what with all the airplanes falling out of the sky and the criminals let loose from the prisons.