The good thing about zero visibility is it keeps you from driving faster than you should on unplowed roads.
I get home this morning and I get about two-thirds of the driveway shoveled and I'm clammy-sweaty and I start to remember all those articles we've been running in the paper about the dangers of dropping dead from shoveling snow.
And then I think: I'm middle-aged. I'm only a couple years younger than Django Reinhardt was when he had his fatal stroke. I'm the same age Mark Heard was when he had his fatal heart attack.
And then I think: Good thing I'm not a musical genius.
Anyway, it looks like we got about two feet of snow. Or, in terms of a more pertinent measuring system for my household, the snow is about 2 1/3 Yorkies high.
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Karma: A Play in Two Acts
ACT I
Spring, a street in Pennsylvania.
SLACKTIVIXEN: As long as you're out there, why don't you do Jen's yard too? She's all by herself over there.
ME: But her yard is kind of big …
SLACKTIVIXEN: My point exactly.
ME: (inaudible)
ACT II
Winter, a street in Pennsylvania.
JEN: Did I mention that I have this awesome industrial-strength snowblower?
Curtain.