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The things I always forget: that eight inches of snow means PILES of snow several feet deep, and that cross country skiing is frequently an extremely sweaty business.
I went for a walk last night around 9:30, because I hadn't been outside all day. Thin cloud, so Jupiter and Saturn were hidden, but there wasn't that sense of impending storm that you sometimes get; and nothing was coming down. The wind gusted in a way that I associate with unquiet summer nights; sometimes, then, it's followed by torrential thunderstorms, other times the trees just sway a bit for a few hours. The snow must have started shortly after I came in.
I hauled myself out of bed at what, by recent standards, was a remarkably reasonable hour, ate breakfast, and did a half-ass job of shoveling the sidewalk in front of the house. I didn't even try to do the driveway. There is more shoveling in my future.
The antiphon for today - Come, and teach us the way of prudence - is particularly poignant this year.
I went for a walk last night around 9:30, because I hadn't been outside all day. Thin cloud, so Jupiter and Saturn were hidden, but there wasn't that sense of impending storm that you sometimes get; and nothing was coming down. The wind gusted in a way that I associate with unquiet summer nights; sometimes, then, it's followed by torrential thunderstorms, other times the trees just sway a bit for a few hours. The snow must have started shortly after I came in.
I hauled myself out of bed at what, by recent standards, was a remarkably reasonable hour, ate breakfast, and did a half-ass job of shoveling the sidewalk in front of the house. I didn't even try to do the driveway. There is more shoveling in my future.
The antiphon for today - Come, and teach us the way of prudence - is particularly poignant this year.
