I live near the coast, so instead of the 8"-to-10" of snow my neighbors to the west have the pleasure of cleaning up this fine evening, I had the unusual experience of shoveling and salting the sidewalks around the house, part of the driveway, and the stairs...IN THE DRIVING RAIN.
It soaked my coat and hat all the way through. My boots are nice and drenched for tomorrow morning's commute.
I can't recall a time when I have ever shoveled in the rain. It felt like 6" of snow, but was packed down to about 3" of yucky-dirty-heavy-brown-sloppy slop-slop waterlogged snow. Add to that the great joy of discovering that one of my neighbors hadn't scooped up after the dog. Nothing like throwing a nice heavy load with a nice load in it.
Even though it's pouring down rain outside, it's about to deep freeze, so instead of spending 4 hours out there chopping at the ice like I did on Christmas Eve, I decided I'd rather sleep tomorrow morning.
I hate this winter.
I sense that the feeling of sand between my toes, warm sun on my face, and a tropical breeze in my hair will become a necessity in the coming weeks.
Other gems of joy today: the basement has a bunch of water in it, and the dishwasher died for the second time this month. First time was a fuse within the brand-new machine, so I suspect the same issue.
I hate Sears now too.
Other than that, I'm good.
Happy freakin' winter, everyone! Anyone else feeling the same?