To shovel, perchance to sleep
"It is the eternal struggle. Do I shovel the sidewalk, expend almost the equal amount of energy and swearing try to get the snowblower started, or do I wait until Deb gets home, shovels the walk, and shrivels me with shame. That's the trouble with midwinter vacations. I am supposedly the responsible adult at home. But I just want sit around in my jammers and watch bad movies with a hot cup of coffee. I suppose retirement will be a lot like this. Guess I better look into a part-time job in 2020" -- Dave Townsend via Facebook.
Which option would you choose: Shovel, wrestle your snowblower to life, let your Significant Other handle the duties and feign embarrassment?