Snow stopped.

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Or so it seemed a few hours ago.  Yes, I am sore.  I am tired.  I feel bruised and my body is generally unhappy.  Still, with the snow done I wanted to hit it.  I shoveled again.  At least an inch, or so it seemed, maybe two.  While that did okay, it just didn't seem good enough so I decided to sweep, using a big, wide, utility push broom.  Wow, that is more difficult than shoveling.  Which doesn't make sense.  I have two-thirds of the drive done, and the sidewalk that would be used is done, short as it is.

Not bad but I am really pushing things.  I will need a break when this is done.  I don't care if it takes a week for me to make sense of the world in a bodily way again.  Though if I can get back to it even sooner, that is fine.  Thing is I will let it happen on it's own, and simply won't shove, push, or attempt to work past it.  I will rest as I need.  I don't mind doing little things, small batches of laundry, batches of dishes, a bit of cooking, if I can.  If not I will find a way around any or all of those.

Then again, the shoveling wasn't much of a job.  The sweeping was, though maybe I was just wearing down?  I had shoveled everything twice already tonight.  I was handling the cold without issue, at least with the gloves to keep my hands off the cold shovel.  I am tired, but... not as bad as I thought I might end up.  Stiff and sore, but not really adding much to that?  I don't know.  All good though.

I've had a bit of a break.  So I think I will head out and finish the last bit of the drive.  Sweeping it really gets the last bit of clinking snow, mostly.  I am sure having a well cleaned driveway will be welcome.  The only really heavy item is the washer, probably.  Still, it gets messy having to work through snow, sludge, and ice.  Sometimes it isn't even possible.  Later.