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So, what happened this three-day weekend? As daisydumont has pointed out, it snowed.

Yesterday afternoon, I shoveled a path from the front door to the street (or where I thought the street probably was--after all the recent snowfalls, it was hard to tell). It was still snowing.

Last night, the landlord and his wife reshoveled the path as well as shoveling the sidewalk in front of the house and a path to the basement door. It was still snowing.

It stopped snowing around noon today. Everything needed to be shoveled again, so I bundled myself up and began the work. After I'd cleared away just enough snow to discern where the three steps leading from the front porch to the front sidewalk were, my body told me in a matter-of-fact voice that I was gonna drop that shovel and go back inside. So I did.

Yep, we're all snowed in here. It's right cozy, it is.

(Yes, I do have healthy young housemates who could've done some shoveling if they were so inclined. Why do you ask?)

Now I'm going to have some nice warm burritos and hot chocolate. Then I'm going to collapse. Good night, everyone!