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Monday, February 7, 2011
Too tired to blog about much of anything
I still am digging out from the blizzard, a little each day. The city is in financial ruins so no overtime (or enthusiasm) is being directed toward snow removal. The road crew left a 5-feet-tall by 12-feet-wide glacier of plowed snow extending 15-feet from my mailbox out into the cul-de-sac. After moving half of that mound of snow to the lawn side of the curb, I ran out of room and decided just to cut a path for the mail truck through what is left of it. Another foot or so should do it. I am sure the city road crew will plow the rest of it into my driveway when they find the time.
After my morning digging, I spent the entire afternoon replacing the 11-year-old sink garbage disposal.
A cigar and bourbon would suit me just fine right about now, but I’ll stay firmly seated on the wagon. Damn, I sure do miss smoking and drinking.