this morning #1289.

this morning, as soon as the snowstorm ceased, i started shoveling a path through the two-day accumulation. i looked at my progress. fifty feet across the lawn from our back door to the shed. so far, i’m about ten feet in. the wife is staunchly opposed to keeping the weapons in the house where the kids can get to them, so we keep them out in the shed. bloody good they’re doing us in there. from what i’m seeing on the tv, we may have already reached the point where we’ll need them. a gust of wind drifted snow across my face. i shut my eyes & brushed it away. dug back in, thinking to myself the whole time that she should be the one out here shoveling this shit.