I feel like that scene in Raiders … “Snakes. Why did it have to be snakes?”
Except shovels.
The downside of having a lovely, stay-at-home, sheltered-against-the-storm day is the aftermath.
I’ve put in an hour on the wrong end of the idiot stick. I’ve got at least another hour to go, but I needed to get my words down and catch my breath.
Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving here. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be a treadmill day, just because the paths will not be cleared.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family!