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Merry Christmas to all who celebrate!
The last few weeks are catching up with me. I'm exhausted. There are things I want to post, but I don't have the energy to concentrate. So instead you get stream of consciousness weather report.
Spending two hours shoveling the driveway didn't help with the tired. We had about 4 inches new snow today, added to the 9 inches or so we got on Friday. But the bigger issue came from the drifts that formed courtesy of Sunday ZOMG winds--wind chills of about 30 below--which buried the bottom of my driveway in about a foot of snow. I tried to pull out yesterday morning, didn't see the drifts until too late, tried to plow through them, and failed. So I shoveled out just enough to get in and out, then did a more thorough job today. Chipped out the area in front of my mailbox...only for the city snowplow to fill the area right back in a couple of hours later.
Had a massage this evening. Masseuse commented on my neck/shoulder tightness. Yeah. I had to clear the snow plow snow from in front of the mailbox after I got home. Immediately doing the thing that screwed up your shoulders to begin with is not the way to treat a nice massage.
I am officially sick of winter. Last winter, which was one of the snowiest on record, we had about 12" snow by this date. This year, we're at 20" so far. I don't want to know what January and February will bring.
In other news, Gaby tried to kill a bird today. The sparrows have been tucking themselves into the shrubbery to protect themselves from the wind, which means they're often roosting near ground level. Gaby pounced on one, had it pinned in the snow, and was not listening to me telling her to let it go. I was about to bump her with the snow shovel when the sparrow managed to squirt out from under and hide in a holly bush. Gaby still tried to get at it, but no go.
Doggy Factoid: pee that freezes = popsicle!
The last few weeks are catching up with me. I'm exhausted. There are things I want to post, but I don't have the energy to concentrate. So instead you get stream of consciousness weather report.
Spending two hours shoveling the driveway didn't help with the tired. We had about 4 inches new snow today, added to the 9 inches or so we got on Friday. But the bigger issue came from the drifts that formed courtesy of Sunday ZOMG winds--wind chills of about 30 below--which buried the bottom of my driveway in about a foot of snow. I tried to pull out yesterday morning, didn't see the drifts until too late, tried to plow through them, and failed. So I shoveled out just enough to get in and out, then did a more thorough job today. Chipped out the area in front of my mailbox...only for the city snowplow to fill the area right back in a couple of hours later.
Had a massage this evening. Masseuse commented on my neck/shoulder tightness. Yeah. I had to clear the snow plow snow from in front of the mailbox after I got home. Immediately doing the thing that screwed up your shoulders to begin with is not the way to treat a nice massage.
I am officially sick of winter. Last winter, which was one of the snowiest on record, we had about 12" snow by this date. This year, we're at 20" so far. I don't want to know what January and February will bring.
In other news, Gaby tried to kill a bird today. The sparrows have been tucking themselves into the shrubbery to protect themselves from the wind, which means they're often roosting near ground level. Gaby pounced on one, had it pinned in the snow, and was not listening to me telling her to let it go. I was about to bump her with the snow shovel when the sparrow managed to squirt out from under and hide in a holly bush. Gaby still tried to get at it, but no go.
Doggy Factoid: pee that freezes = popsicle!
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If it's any consolation, they do start to slow down. Belle only brought me one squirrel this fall - she's now 9
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This morning, I'm stiff. After I eat breakfast, it's ibuprofen for me.
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