The winter of our discontent

Sorry, I went AWOL there for a day.  Yesterday, I did not make it to work either.  I think I was starting to get a little stir crazy, because after emailing my work that I wouldn’t be in and texting with my boss a bit, I bundled up, got out the rubber boots Ramblin bought for me, and out the door I went at 7:00 am to dig out the truck.

I now know why people have heart attacks while shoveling snow.  About an hour and a half later, I had a channel dug all around the truck, and the sidewalk somewhat cleared as well.  When I was done, the only part of me that was warm was my lower legs, which is quite a testament to LaCrosse boots.  I came in, got a shower, and settled down to the Internets.  I hate to say this, but I was just about tired of the Interwebs.  Pair that with some unstimulating knitting projects (the socks are pale green and the afghan is gray – note to self:  next time I’m snowed in, I need more color ) and I was getting a bit antsy.

Brando and the Funky Bunch to the rescue, allowing me to tag along on their shopping trip.  Once I had some supplies and fresh produce, more was right with the world.

It was at this point that I realized I might be starting to feel the effects of my early morning insanity.  By this morning, I was definitely feeling it.  You may not know this, but when you walk up or down stairs, your back is painfully aware of it if you’ve been shoveling snow like a madwoman the day before.

We still haven’t had contact from much of Ramblin’s family.  Estimates don’t look good for a swift restoration of power for them, so we’re hoping they soon decide to winter up north with us, where there is power, heat, and phones.

Hope winter starts showing some kindness.

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