Out with the snowblower at 6 am, out later in a negative wind chill factor . . . and then OUT. I wasn’t really tired*, but muscles were sore and I felt as if I’d been pummeled so I thought I’d just take a couple of Aleve and rest for awhile under my Moo blanket. Well, I did more than that; I let my eyes close and thought about actually heating up one of Mother’s/Grandmother’s/Great-grandmother’s soapstone bedwarmers. Sort of seriously thought about it, but didn’t. What I did was fall into the arms of Morpheus and had terrible dreams, which fortunately I do not remember.

Then I woke up. Now getting back to sleep may be a chore- or not.

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