My arms are sore from moving. . .water. In it's frozen form. We finally ended our thump of snow with an accumulation of 5 or 6 inches overnight. I got up, shoveled out the car, got dressed for work and slid on down route 93. THAT was special. Between 9 and 11 it snowed like crazy and by 12 the sun was peeking out. Go. Figure. And then home to a shoveled out driveway. That's one of the nice things about working on a day when everyone else is home. Shoveling happens without me. But I needed to jump in and do something because I'm competitive. I shoveled the deck and raked the roof line where the ice dams form. And now my arms are sore and I feel good about myself. Guilt free calories! Bring them on!
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