Ice, Ice, Baybee!

Just spent about four hours chipping, shoveling and salting the driveway and sidewalk. Most of what we got overnight turned into ice, so I had to use my metal shovel, which has a width only half that of my other plastic one.

Hard work. On the other hand, I have absolutely no compunction whatsoever about blowing off the treadmill and the weights today.

Nope, instead it's going to be a hot shower, banking up the fire, pouring myself a liberal dram (for medicinal purposes, d'ye see?) and settling down to continue perusing Elizabeth Longford's bio of the Iron Dook.

Yip! at you later - I've been mulling some cranky Lenten thoughts that I'd like to throw out. (Yes, they have to do with the ECUSA, but you probably could have guessed that.)