About the weather

The good thing about zero visibility is it keeps you from driving faster than you should on unplowed roads.

I get home this morning and I get about two-thirds of the driveway shoveled and I'm clammy-sweaty and I start to remember all those articles we've been running in the paper about the dangers of dropping dead from shoveling snow.

And then I think: I'm middle-aged. I'm only a couple years younger than Django Reinhardt was when he had his fatal stroke. I'm the same age Mark Heard was when he had his fatal heart attack.

And then I think: Good thing I'm not a musical genius.

Anyway, it looks like we got about two feet of snow. Or, in terms of a more pertinent measuring system for my household, the snow is about 2 1/3 Yorkies high.

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Karma: A Play in Two Acts

ACT I

Spring, a street in Pennsylvania.

SLACKTIVIXEN: As long as you're out there, why don't you do Jen's yard too? She's all by herself over there.

ME: But her yard is kind of  big …

SLACKTIVIXEN: My point exactly.

ME: (inaudible)

ACT II

Winter, a street in Pennsylvania.

JEN: Did I mention that I have this awesome industrial-strength snowblower?

Curtain.