“No snow to blow!”
was enjoying a welldeserved
Inap and felt a tug on my left shoulder, my wife said, “Joel, you promised to shovel the snow today!” I replied, “I’m on it!” Something about getting up from a nice nap, cocooned in my “Comfy Chair,” and heading out into the vast tundra of my driveway to shovel snow is truly not appealing. Suppose it’s windy when the snow blower shoots out the stream of glistening cold s…