Banjo Man and I are taking turns digging out from the storm.  We have at least 20″ of snow and getting it off the car (my job) wasn’t easy.  I trudged through snow up to my knees, I cursed, I fell, I cursed some more.  But the car has been unearthed (mostly) and my boots are drying by the stove.

For now.

I’m going to warm up a bit and then go out again.

Because Banjo Man likes company, even someone who is grumpy and cold and cranky about a recent writing project.

How many days until this?

143.