Snow Blown

As many of you know, I have one of the world's longest commutes. The subway trolley ride is usually twenty five minutes long. Today it was forty five minutes. The commuter rail ride is usually fifteen minutes long. On the way home today, it was an hour and twenty minutes long. And the car ride from the station to my house is usually twenty minutes at the most, usually fifteen on a smooth ride. It took an hour this afternoon. When you add that up, it took about three hours to get home tonight. And how long did it take to shovel the seven inches off of my side of the driveway? With a snow blower, it should have taken about a half hour to blow and shovel and scrape. Luckily for me, the blower decided to give out about two thirds of the way through. Do you know how heavy snow blowers are when they're not moving by themselves? Especially when you're going up hill? Anyway, the whole ordeal took an hour and a half. And that's how I spent most of my day today. Yet I am so grateful that I got to spend ninety minutes fighting my driveway, because all over the local news are horror stories of people who got on the road just an hour or so after me and spent four hours driving, people who had to abandon their cars 'cause they ran out of gas or because they got stuck, and plow trucks who couldn't plow because highways were littered were cars. And now I don't want to go to bed. Because once I do, I'll fall asleep and only to wake up too soon (got to get up early to re-inspect the snow damage, though it should mostly be good) and there's no doubt that I'll be dog tired and sore when I do get up. C'est la vie, je suppose. How'd you spend your day?