After lounging in bed for a good long time, I got up & out & shoveled the endless sidewalk of the large corner lot I live on.
I performed the smooth foxtrot of pushing the snow until I would hit a raised bit of sidewalk & the shovel handle would dig into my gut. That freakin hurts every time. I tried several different hand holds with varying degrees of letting the shovel float along, but always, hidden, is a lip to another piece of sidewalk pushed up over time by roots and ground settling.
Anyhow, it got done & I soaked in some sunshine on my arms!
With no real agenda for the weekend, I wrote for a bit, then plopped down in my recliner, snuggled under a blanket and started reading. I have seen the movie Wild twice already & when I saw the book at the Atlanta Airport last week, I had to get it.
I am hoping it holds true that the books are always better than the movie. I loved the movie and am already really enjoying the book.
I am grateful so Saturday afternoons in my recliner.