On Saturday and Sunday we got over two feet of snow in our little town. Everything was covered in clean whiteness. Our car looked like a giant marshmallow. Most of the snow is still here, although some of it has melted. On Monday morning I shoveled a path down our steps to the street. It was a meditative and contemplative activity I quite enjoyed. Last night, after work, I went out and shoveled more snow, making a path in the sidewalk in front of the house and also in front of both of our neighbor’s houses. Now people can walk on the sidewalk in our neighborhood instead of on the street. A little thing, but it felt good to do it.

I’m very glad you did it, too. It was something you out there in the dark in the night. You didn’t mention that I helped. I turned up Annie Lennox, swung open the door, and stood on the porch singing (yelling) with her, “”Everybody is an island to themselves!”
Hey, entertaining the big guy counts.