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.
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?