I came out of the house this morning – at precisely quarter after 8 (which means no time to spare) only to discover that the plow had been by during the night and the end of the driveway was buried. I contemplated trying to just drive over it but realized rather quickly that that could be a very stupid decision – not only was the snow up to my thighs, but it was also packed solid. It seemed as thought it would be the equivalent of trying to drive through a wall. So I grabbed a shovel and was a half an hour late for work.

And if the moment wasn’t perfect enough, I also had to endure banal chit-chat with the guy across the street about the quantity of snow.

And of course, our neighbor’s driveway to the left of us was completely bare of snow.

Ah life. How sweet it is.

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