Remarkably, I'm not sore today.
Could have been the abnormally high, yet perfect, levels of Bloody Marys, Hot Buttered Rum and Jack Daniels in my system yesterday.
Or maybe, as the pictures indicate, the apparent fact that Mahatma Holly did all the work while I made/ate food.
Lessons to take home....
By a damn snowblower!
There is still another few hours of digging to get the mailbox cleared. Ugh.