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Well, yesterday was a snowday. We had a very big storm and got dumped with a lot of heavy wet snow. Super! *rolls eyes*

So, my neighbor has a snowblower and blows his snow into my yard. Lovely, and it isn't as if we haven't discussed this issue with him before. It is simply arrogance on his part. By the time I got up this morning he had already done it, so I am going to wait and complain about this tomorrow, when my blood stops boiling.

Speaking of blood...I had to force the cellar door open to get outside, there was so much snow lodged against it. The snow had a heavy crust of ice on top of it and I had to smack it with the shovel to break it up. Then I had to shovel it away in layers, because it was up to my knees and too difficult to shovel away in one fell swoop. It took me half and hour to shovel a narrow path from my cellar door to my driveway and I had to stop...it was just too much.

The man of the house has a very bad back and I didn't want him to collapse out there trying to deal with the snow, so I think I will call somebody to plow us out. So, I go back inside and sit down for a minute to relax, and my hands start swelling up! It was so weird! Apparently one can develop edema in the extremities after vigorous exercise, especially if one is a dope who doesn't do a warmup or cooldown before engaging in such activity. Doh! I took a shower and went to bed, got up a while ago, hands somewhat better. The thing that gets me is the neighbor knows I am semi-handicapped, but does he offer to snowblow the driveway?! Nope, he just feels free to blow snow in my yard...

This is a little picture of my eyes that I made before going outside earlier. It is my procrastination picture, of what I would look like if I was a vampire or something. Right about now, I wish I was!