While a bit late, earlier.

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My days have been slipping a bit, and worse.  I hit a patch a few days ago where I started to wake a bit earlier and more.  I don't know if I can reverse this aspect of time.  I do it rarely, I try often.  Time will tell.

I grilled ribs last night.  It was... frozen rain snowing, sort of.  I swept a tract near the garage entrance, then took a path out to the front of the drive and did a bit there.  Mostly just hoping to help for the morning while I was cooking.  I wasn't ready to do the whole thing last night.  Especially with food on the way and then a meal, plus it being later.  As I said, I did what I could in the time of cooking.  Once eating commenced, all bets where off.

So, this morning, first thing, even before I officially woke, I checked.  Okay, a bit, maybe an inch.  What I had worked on actually, somehow, stayed mostly clear so the effort had helped.  Back to it, right first thing.  I used the broom on some of it.  As I got to the virgin areas that I had not worked last night, the broom became less useful.  The shovel worked and easily from then on.  Only, maybe, an inch.  The base was becoming slush, but hadn't started freezing yet.  Yes, boys and girls, your... favorite... ogre finished snappily.  I laid salt in the areas where traffic will happen, as I could only get most of the gunk up and it was beginning to freeze.  The last bits simply would not lift without a ton of work.

How do I feel?  Wonderful.  You know, unless the snow is deep, it isn't the weight in the scoop.  It's the bending and lifting.  Light or heavy, that is something I have not done, not this intensely, for ages.  That will get me from now until I'm an hundred.  At which time I am not going to shovel anymore.  Heck, might give it up in my 90's.  Laugh?  Then again, shouldn't you be laughing about a guy who could be on the heart transplant list shoveling?  Race you!

All good.  I haven't done anything else this weekend.  If I am going to be a good boy, I best get to some of these things on my list.  Laundry, dishes, a shower... bleh.  Later.