All according to plan

The snow came last night. About eight to ten inches here, maybe twelve inches at work. Or so I hear. I didn't go in. They never closed. And the state never closed the highways, though they did drop the speed limit to 45 mph. Which means I need to allocate about two hours for my thirty-three mile commute.

I forced myself to sleep last night, and woke up at 7:00 this morning. I ran the snowblower along the front sidewalk and promptly had it plowed under. I cleaned half the street in front of the house, cleaned off and dug out the cars, cleared the driveway, and re-cleared the front sidewalk. Then I cleared off the front porch.

I drove across town and plowed my car into the snow on the side of the unplowed street. I then dug out the street behind my car and attempted to move the car into the cleared area so I could clear the part I had parked on, only to find that I was mired in snow. Two guys who were digging out the house across the street came over and helped me dig out and move my car, and another guy who was running a snowblower finished off the street for me. My neighbor had run his snowblower up and down the sidewalk for half the block, but another few inches had fallen since then, so I shoveled off the sidewalks in front of my house and my two neighbors' houses, and re-cleared the sidewalk and front porch for the elderly widower who has lived next door since I was born. I then cut a path up my steps and dug out my front porch. By the time I was done with all this another inch had accumulated on the sidewalks, and I cast an envious eye at the sidewalks half a block away that were salt-covered and only wet. I cleared the snow one more time and broke out my salt supply. After salting the sidewalks for our three houses, I headed back to my mom's house, cleared the sidewalks once again, and spread a layer of salt there.

Now I need to go to bed. Work was not cancelled last night, and it certainly won't be cancelled tonight. I need to wake up in a few hours to get ready for work.