So I won’t be spending much—if any—time hunched over the keyboard and mouse today. After Friday and Saturday, I was in agony from shoveling a soggy foot of snow when it was 51 degrees. Then at the buttcrack of dawn this morning, when it was time to take the tall kid to school, I carried the short kid out to the Jeep wrapped in a fleece blanket because we have a standing temperature of -5 degrees, with a -30 wind chill and he was still fresh-from-bed warm. I slipped on a tiny patch of ice, and you know how that goes—I didn’t drop him, but a groggy six-year-old in a bundle of fleece carries some momentum.
The back, she does hurt. And it’s the kind of hurt that you know will be okay if you keep moving, but if you sit still the muscles are going to lock up and then you’re going to suffer. I don’t like to suffer any more than necessary, so I’m going to keep moving.
And after the shoveling debacle, Miz Ferfelabat commented:
I do not understand why anyone would want to live up north. It just sounds miserable to me.
While the list of New England goodness is extensive, I’ll just take one off the top…
We ain’t got no steenkin’ alligators. :neener: