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Three hours of snow shoveling

And yet I don’t hate it.

Sure, I hate the amount of snow we got last night, but the job of clearing it off the walkways around the house, and from the sidewalk on two sides, and the driveway with its four vehicle spaces, and out into the alley behind the driveway, and a wide swath of the yard for the dog to crap in, and the street along the curb at one side of the house, and a parking space in front of our neighbor’s house, and…jeez, I’m an idiot.