I had all these grand ideas of what I would do because I was isolated by the snow storm — revamping websites, reading books, taking online classes, writing some reviews, backing up my data, archiving my music collection, etc. etc. What I did not count on was the physical exhaustion from wrestling with the snow for hours. In the morning, I shoveled because I did not want to get overwhelmed by the snowfall. In the afternoon, I shoveled because I wanted to get newly purchased book (The Art of Happiness by the Dalai Lama.) out of the car. After dark, I shoveled because the snow had stopped — finally — and I needed to finish digging the car out from under the snow. There was at least 24 inches on the ground, though it could have been more because the bottom layers were getting more compacted as the snow kept falling
In between those episodes of physical exertion, I laid around on the sofa focusing on the dull ache in my back, the soreness in my hips, the dead weight of my arms. Who can engage in intellectual activities when corporal sensations are so amplified? I need to do a session of yoga nidra to heal.
In the end, we were digging out to go nowhere because the snow plow was unable to get into our neighborhood because a tree fell on the pavement. By the time the tree was removed, the plow could not get up the slope because it got stuck in the snow and ice. So we have not seen a snow plow in 24 hours, and have no idea of when the contractor will get back to clean up the street. For that matter, we have a serious problem of where we are going to put all the snow. Just doing the sidewalks has piled up the snow to more than six feet tall.
I was too tired to even pick up my camera and take some shots of the snow, like most other people enjoying the blizzard.