my arms are falling off

The snowstorm has come and gone, and after three separate attempts the shovelling is still not done. Katherine and I have half-heartedly cleared the driveway, but haven't bothered with the front steps, which you can see me sitting on if you look behind the snowbank. It's hard to be motivated to shovel when the forecast next week says it will be 10 degrees, so it will all be melting anyway.