Denver got 1-2 feet of snow in the city in the last 36 hours, depending where you live. I got around surprisingly easy last night. It helps to live on a major road.
But I woke this morning to one car after another from the neighboring building spinning their wheels two floors below. (My heat is screwed up, so I sleep with the window open.) Some went on and on and on.
I felt bad for not dragging my ass out of bed to help. I'll help people once I'm up.
I'm in the alley, which can be even worse. It's on a moderate hill, with us angled so we have to head up. Who designed that?
There's over a foot out there, and still coming, and I don't think it will melt before I leave for the airport at 9 a.m. tomorrow. I'm appearing at the big Texas Book Festival Saturday, and I sure don't want to miss that. So I better dig out today. I bought a shovel during the huge Christmas storm two years ago when we had over 30 inches. My shoulder is going to get a workout, because it's really heavy, sludge snow.
If I'm really ambitious, I will try to get it onto York St. in front of my apt. That should be clear sailing tomorrow, if I shovel that spot out, too. That could be several hours of shoveling, though.
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