Monday, February 17, 2003

The leafblower is useless with snow this deep, and the sleet made the top inch or so compacted and hard. Shovel time. I hope and pray someone comes to the door asking for money to shovel the walk - I would gladly pay nearly any amount. Every shovelful sends spasms up my lower back, and I think I may have done some damage there. I will just do a little bit, rest, then try again. Work tomorrow looks definitely iffy, and if I can't get my drive cleared I'll be working on it tomorrow as well.