No gas.

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The machine was empty, the can too.  Have to get out soon, won't compact the snow.  Back to the shovel.  For as deep as it was in some places, it didn't cover the whole drive or all the walk.  Very strange.  That left twenty yards to shovel, from an inch to five with a smooth tilt from one depth to the other.  A very odd leaving.  Oh, I'll remember the tank next time I get to town.

Not a complaint.  The fresh air, chill, and mild work was a resplendent constitutional.  Seriously.  The machine actually does a better, cleaner, tighter job.  I believe it's faster, if on small jobs that wouldn't show or it might lose out.  Still, I was not just happy to do it, I was glad to be able to do it.  Amen.

Now to shower, put the computer up, then figure out the rest of the night.  Oh, also, I really don't mind being misunderestimated.  There... probably isn't another way to it.  I've understood for a long time.  It isn't me I worry about in that regard.  I'll give you the first stone to cast, should you wish.  If that... isn't what it seems either.  :p  Later.