Snow and other shoveling?

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Not a deep snow.  I believe the shovel will do.  The wind doesn't seem to have shuffled it, looks to be a steady two to three inches, and lighter if not quite a powder?  Light as valley winds, as with small brooks, it doesn't take much to do much.  And around a house or between two buildings it can really tear.  I'll get to it shortly.

Ah, the other shoveling?  With days finally turning into nights, if that was an excellent run of day hour life, I need to push back to days.  I shoved... hmm... just guessing but seven to ten hours into the schedule.  Need to double that.  Have stuff at, and headed to, the post.  Further, just having days open opens possibilities, the world really.

No work yesterday.  But no more messes made.  Actually I did a small amount of sorting, and a few other if very small tasks.  Those actually add up, as long as they aren't being buried by anything else.  They aren't.  If dishes, the very little left to do in the kitchen, and laundry can be finished, and I shower and eat out plus perhaps pick up foods of leisure for a bit, I... might... get back on the pitcher's mound and bat one into the lot.  Yeah, a man with a  thousand faces plays a slightly different game.  Can't win, can't lose, but the show must go on and all that jazz.   Heeeey, batter, batter, batter!  Hmm?  Never mind.

Well?  It seems the lawn machine is at it.  So shoveling isn't an albatross.  Still have to do much, then shower, before attempting to go out like the brave mouse I must seem.  I wasn't sure there was enough for it to work.  Sounds like it.  I'll salt a bit after.

On to waking.  Yeah, just woke.  Hmm, maybe just five to six hours added in?  Maybe.  Yesterday, more all told, probably.  The problem with fog isn't just psychic visibility, but also memory.  If an extra long nap can be put in, and the same pushing tomorrow, perhaps I can have mornings, roughly, through the first parts of this next week?  Maybe.  It's the medium term plan.  Good afternoon.