I'm whipped

It's 11:45 a.m. and I've been ready for a nap since about 9:45. We got socked with snow last night. Majorly socked--at least six or seven inches in the driveway and I swear more than that on the sidewalk, where the plows must have thrown enough from the street, over the grass strip, to make it about eight inches deep.

And our snowblower has been broken since the first winter storm in November. The other snowstorms we've had have all been light, fluffy snow, the kind of snow that you could sweep instead of shovel, if it weren't more than a couple of inches deep.

This was wet, heavy snow that you had to pick up in shovelfuls. Hundreds and hundreds of tiny little shovelfuls. Hundreds and hundreds of back breaking, arms hurting, stopping because you're gasping for breath shovelfuls.

And it's not over. It's going to start again late this afternoon and it's going to snow, and snow, and snow. Then snow some more, until we're supposed to get up to maybe 11 inches more.

I really don't think either Greg or I have it in us to shovel 11 inches more.

Greg is going to try fix the snowblower again in a little while. We're planning to buy a new one this spring but we have to get to spring first. I really, really hope he's successful.

Please pray for us.