Exhaust(ed)
After a rather mild start to winter, the snow arrived along with the cold. Nothing unusual there, at least for much of the country where winter means snow. But in my state, heavily dependent on ski tourism, the arrival of snow, at least enough snow to turn off the snow-making machines (at one point, it wasn't even cold enough for those water-guzzling sprayers to create "snow"), brought everyone a sigh of relief...that is, if you were a skier or snowboarder or snow-shoer. And it IS our water in the spring, once it all melts, so that alone brought another sigh of relief after nearly 20 years of drought conditions. All that aside, the arrival of a lot of snow in one or two storms meant that it was time to use those muscles so rarely used. Yes, I have "the beast," a monster snowblower that laughs at even the deepest, slushiest snow and clears not only my driveway and sidewalk but that of several neighbors as well (one is quite elderly and the others are p