A nice snow last night. Was up early this morning to take a peek. My daughter had to work at 10am so I wanted to clear the driveway and clean off her car. Dad-daughter stuff. It was the light, fluffy kind. No need to fire up the snow-blower. Overkill. So, grab a shovel and push. What falls over the shovel's sides is for the next pass. And the next. Eventually you get it all. It was ankle deep. Maybe a bit deeper when I swept off the car with a broom. I was in no hurry. My office was 20 feet away. In the basement. My commute is navigating the cat under my feet as I make it down 12 steps. It's where I've spend 1/3 of my life the last 2+ years. A cocoon. A bunker. A cell. An insane asylum. Pick one.
RIP Nathan.
I was so sorry to hear about that little boy, Nathan. You made me cry. May he rest in peace.