So, tomorrow I go under the knife. Youch!
We have not had a big snow in a few weeks, so we are due for one. But I won’t be able to shovel when the next one happens. Since I usually do the shoveling before anyone else gets up, that means the rest of the family is going to either be getting up earlier to shovel themselves, or else we’re going to have some late days at school.
Maybe we’ll get lucky and just have a lot of little snows in the next month or so. That would be nice. I can’t hope for NO snow because that’s simply wishing for summer wildfires. But a series of small snows would be much easier to deal with than one huge one.
Maybe if I dedicate my gall bladder to the snow gods they will be appeased…