Remember when I said I wouldn't ask when it'd end, because there's always more? C-man's been up sick since 4 a.m. I've gone through 4 shirts now, and the smell in this house has been officially classified as "bucolic". Awesome. So Beerman is snowblowing the 5" off the driveway before he has to get back up on the roof and shovel the 5" that came down last night in addition to the half of the roof with over a foot on it he couldn't get to yesterday so we can get a roofer to come and charge too much money to stop our roof from leaking. Happy Birthday to him, eh
At least the storm went through, so I can bend my hands again.
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