Spent hours yesterday digging out the drifts in the driveway. They were upwards of four feet deep. Which means five shovels before you reached the bottom. The hardest part was figuring out where the heck to put the snow. Once the pile reached my shoulder, I couldn't toss it that high any more and had to find a new spot. I wish I had a wheelbarrow. I did manage to get some revision work done on my cozy. But it is difficult to sit work when your body would rather be dunked in a hot tub of aspercream. (A pain killing ointment.) Ah, the adventures of winter.