That pallet of bricks that I expected to have fall on top of my head? Turns out, it did.
God has a sense of humor, and in this case the creator knows full well that I will soon be in Africa for 30 months. Thus, no send-off from Washington D.C. would be appropriate without a gift that comes wrapped in a metric ton of snow.
After a day of complete yet restful sloth, I woke up this morning wondering how I was going to get to the gym and work off all my poor food selections from the day before. The cars and entire street were camouflaged as snowdrifts, but cabin fever and affection for snow sent me outside to discover the obvious cardio workout of shoveling. My long-forgotten iPod Shuffle and “Run Mix” came out of retirement as I joined the neighbors (all dudes, by the way) in performing the frozen equivalent of transferring a gallon of water to a different receptacle using only an eyedropper.
“Workin’ in a coal mine, oops about to slip down”
That’s about it really. We shoveled this morning, and apparently it’s quite a popular activity because the entire east coast was soon joining in on this trendy new fad.
My next goal? Attempt to once again create the Oregon Trail expedition and see if I can get to Cape Cod in one piece. I think that nasty band of red is currently nesting over my peninsula, so I’d better stock up on ketchup packets before I head out tomorrow.
Homer sleep now…
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