I just finished cleaning up that second wave of fluffy goodness. I did a few neighboring sidewalks as well as a neighbor's driveway, mostly due to
snowblower's guilt. However, I didn't help the kid who was shoveling out the end of his driveway across the road from me. I simply can't waste fuel on anyone who's shoveling in shorts, sneakers, and a hoodie. No sir!
I think I may go back downstairs, toss a couple chicken embryos into a pan, reheat yesterday's leftover sausage (pronounced:
sositch) and bacon, and perhaps spend the rest of the day playing Half Life, which is really the fault of my overpaid wife since she introduced the game to me yesterday.