|It took an hour and a half to shovel this wet, heavy snow.|
|Poor Saint Francis, he is buried in snow.|
|This is the scene I posted yesterday. The little angel is totally covered now.|
I have been knitting a pair of socks and talking on the phone. But there is a limit to how long that is entertaining. I think I hit that limit last night. Funny, it still doesn't seem like a great idea to clean out closets or my desk. Maybe by the end of today.
Thank God that in a life of sobriety, there are not many urgent needs. I have enough food in the house. I don't smoke. And I don't need to go out and get more booze. I might have been in trouble without yarn and needles though!