A foot and a half of partly cloudy

It's almost two a.m. I drove to work in the snow. I worked eight hours. Got out at eleven-thirty. I cleaned off my car and shoveled it out of the parking lot. I crawled home, at a pace where thirty was speeding. I arrived home to find that my driveway was MIA. I used the shovel and found it under about a foot and change of snow. I watched my poor dog struggle with looking for a place to pee in snow that came up to the top of her legs.

I have to work tomorrow evening. I feel more shovelling coming on.


I hate winter. Sleep now.