I take back what I said about the shoveling not hurting; I went out last night at 8 p.m., and again at midnight to scoop and fling. This morning I was sore, but I picked up the shovel again and worked at it for about 2 hours. Made a dent, but now it's snowing harder than ever. We've got about 18 inches so far and it shows no signs of slowing. All over the neighborhood you can hear people scooping and grunting "Huh" as they toss it--it's heavy stuff. Nothing to do for it but go in for breakfast and stitching.
After shoveling last night, because I wasn't sleepy, I did some homework and then sat up until 4 a.m. and stitched. I got quite a bit done ("Holy Moses"). Like the shoveling though, it's a bigger task than it looks.
Elvis and Peaches have invited me to lie down with them; they've promised to groom my ears. Looks pretty comfy!
Happy day, all!