I was thinking I’d need to shovel a path to the woodpile and the World myself, but Cary and Matt beat me to it. With my sore hands, the chore would have been pretty miserable. My daughter and her sweetie are my heroes.
Update: It’s dark out. Sky is clear, stars like sparkling pinpricks in the night sky. The final, official, inch-count from the National Weather Service: 18 inches of snow in Camino, CA.
I ended up going out and shoveling snow anyway this afternoon. I wanted to be outside. I wanted to feel the sharp, cold air against my skin and use my muscles. So I shoveled the snow away from the woodpile and then along the front walk and around to the back patio. Took me about an hour and a half, and while my hands hurt while I worked, it was bearable. And tonight, they’re not half bad. Sore, sure. But they always are. I feel good.