I confess, I thought the nor’easter I mentioned yesterday (I disparaged the term, if you recall) would be an anti-climax. Some folks at work were saying, “We’re going to get sent home early tomorrow!” Well, I didn’t believe that for a minute, New York or otherwise. When I got up this morning about 4:30, I felt vindicated as I looked out the window and saw that it had snowed not a flake.
By six, when I left for work, I stood corrected.
Yes, we got sent home early, at 10:30 a.m. I said, “Woohoo!” and hastened home for the bra off, sweats on, movie-watching portion of the day. I had some wild thoughts of getting out and doing some shoveling, so as not to have so much do to tomorrow. I did not act on these thoughts (which one cannot say about all my wild thoughts, but that’s neither here nor there, as the saying goes). Finally, I thought we ought to take our dog, Spunky, out and give him a chance to do a little business. I volunteered to do it, but Steve said if if was going to be done, he would do it. I thought it could be a couple activity.
I said I would get out first and shovel a space suitable for a small dog. There was, in fact, more snow than I had expected. I shoveled a small space, which Spunky utilized accordingly. Then I took some pictures, thinking it would make a fun blog post.
It was difficult enough getting the steps clear, but I managed it and began a short path. I also marveled at the snowbanks hiding our vehicles:
Well, I don’t know how wonderful my pictures are, if at all, but I thought they would make an OK blog post for a Tired Tuesday. Now I have to get back to the movie-watching portion of the day.