Got up late because little Ava was tossing and turning most of the night with what Leah thinks is croup. Looked out the window to discover three to four inches of snow on the ground, so I threw on some clothes and stumbled outside.
I gave the electric starter on the snowblower a shot, but either it’d been sitting idle too long over the summer or was out of gas, ’cause it wasn’t going anywhere. So I grabbed the nearest shovel and started digging. Ava and Leah sat in the window and watched me work for 30 minutes, which is as long as it took me to dig us out.
As I type this, the sun is shining, which I hope means what little snow I didn’t have time to move this morning will melt by noon. The snow’s a bit of a pain, but it sure is pretty.