Is there supposed to be a path there? |
I chuckle, then snort, then chuckle some more.
He asks, "Do you wish to go anywhere tomorrow?"
Me, "No."
Mom and I had discussed staying put until it was warm enough to be out shoveling which should be tomorrow afternoon or Monday. Temps didn't get up as much as they were supposed to with a high of about 3° with a nasty bitter wind.
He grins, "Oh...Great!", he heads back upstairs happy as a lark. He does most of the shoveling.
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