Wow. That was a lot of work.

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It wasn't the deepest snow, but it was the heaviest by far.  Wet.  As if two inches of rain had fallen, then three inches of snow had topped it.  Worse, the bottom layers were beginning to freeze.  Even though it had been completely cleared and salted yesterday!  Some ran off, but much stayed.  Brutal.

My first idea was to do all the work necessary to get it all up in one go.  Whoa!  That worked like firing a shotgun with the barrel in the wrong direction.  I would know, too.  Yes, Precious, Doom has done some... interesting things in and with his life.  As with the shotgun, no blood no foul.  An immediate change of strategy was required.  Did I mention it was brutal?

So, I went with getting the bulk of wet, unfrozen, snow off first.  That was rather beastly of a chore.  But, over time, I did get it.  I then noticed, with the snow/slush gone, the ice underneath was partially thawing.  So... I got to getting that off.  I tried low and slow, then high impact.  Alright, boys and girls, I am no longer capable of true high impact work.  So, back to low and slow.  I hit every piece of that drive three times.  That was as good as I could get it, promises.  Then I laid salt where it would be crucial... for dinner deliver, for me unpacking the Xterra from the store, whatnot.  But not all of the drive.  I think I hit a couple of ice patches that resisted my greatest efforts too.  Oh, and I did it all in one run.  No break, no nap.  Brutal.

Indeed, life is coming back.  I really should be crippled up, crying like a babe, maybe dying.  Not... thinking about what to do next.  Fuck it, I'll take it.  I always thought I had more to do before I was done.  And, for my part, have always been willing if not always able.


Later.