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Well, OK, I don't know about Smeagol's present status, but we have been shovelled out of our driveway. I can go to work! I can go to Farpoint! Wa hoo!

The one good thing about the awning coming down - it's the only thing here that really could come down. The roof is pitched, and everything else around here has 4 points of support. We need that, because Mom dug a small pit in an attempt to get Roxie to do her business. Within an hour it was completely gone. I had to dig a new one so CJ could do her thing. Half an hour later it's almost gone. It's about 4 feet deep on the deck now. The van has disappeared again. No photos, because the awning blocks the steps - we can't get out. The kid who dug out us out Monday, I've asked him to come tomorrow. I sure hope he can, so I can get out Friday. But I'm giving up on Thursday already.

Oh, and Mom is sick of watching Spooks.

Getting from work to home was veeerrryy innnteerrrestinng. Mom has been,,,exceedingly cranky. I figured she needed reading material and booze, and we needed a break from each other. Therefore...

I stalled off leaving work so I'd have more work to bring home with me (is that weird or what? But I'll be stuffing envelopes tomorrow.) I was parked in, so naturally just as I was about to leave, the attorney who had me parked in got a phone call. Half an hour later...then as I was pulling out of the lot, my left windshield wiper blew out. So I drive, in the snow, with no wipers, straight to Midas. Fortunately my main mechanic man was on duty and not very busy. Ten minutes later I have new wipers and readjusted wiper arms. While waiting, I considered cancelling my PT appointment. Decided not to. While I'm paying, the PT calls ME to cancel. The therapist wanted out of tonight's schedule. So that at least was out. Then to the library, where one of my Mom's best friends, whom I'd hoped to see, had been told not to come in because of the weather. But my father's buddy was working, and he helped me chase down 6 mystery novels for Mom, and I picked 2 biographies. Next stop was Safeway, where there were no eggs, darn few milks or ice creams and I snagged the last loaf of rye bread. Then next door to the liquor store, to get lottery tickets for me and Bloody Mary fixings for Mom.  Last stop: McDonald's. I wasn't cooking. That was one huge arse crate of stuff I hauled into the house. But Mom is happy for the first time in days and I'm in until Friday, most likely.

Snow time...

Not finished shovelling, mind you; I went out the front instead of the side, and managed to dig to Mom's car. That's it. And I'm exhausted and hurting in a major kind of way, so that's it. I can do no more. The cars and the driveway remain thoroughly covered. I am thoroughly shamed, because my 80 year old next-door neighbor with two artificial knees did her whole driveway (she has a carport, so the steps and car don't have to be cleaned.) But I can't move my arms anymore so I'm done.