It has been an unusually dry winter here, with very little in the way of rain or snow. Particularly snow. Finally, midway through January, we have some! It started night before last, and by yesterday afternoon there was enough on the ground that I shoveled the walk and knocked the snow off the Jeep long enough to make a quick run to the drive thru for cigarettes and milk. Not because I was afraid of being "stranded for days" but because I was out of both. The nicotine is a filthy habit that I haven't been able to kick and the regular application of it keeps me happy and those around me, safe. The milk I needed because I was planning on making a skilletful of sausage gravy.
I honestly thought that was the end of it, as the snow had tapered way off and whatever little bit might come would be negligible. Ha! That's not the first time in my life I've been wrong, and it probably isn't the last. Long about four o'clock, snow started hammering down like something in a Norman Rockwell painting. By this morning, that little Jeep looked like I'd never touched it, and the only reason the walk isn't in the same condition is because I salted it after I shoveled. I'll touch up the walk later, but the Jeep can wait - I've nowhere I have to be today.
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