At about 1700 last night I went out to shovel snow. This hadn't been done since at least Saturday, and it was raining for most of Sunday, so I had a good five inches of heavy wet snow to move. Took about ninety minutes, all told.
Except then later, at about 2200, I tried to take the trash out to the curb, and noticed that not only had the plows decided to run again, thus dumping about a ton of ice at the end of the driveway, but it had piled up so high that it crested over the snow pile on the curb, dumping another ton of ice on the sidewalk.
My back is rather sore this morning.
Tags: life, winter
music: queens of the stone age - mosquito song