Snow-scraping

I’ve just spent four hours shoveling snow from the driveway and footpath. I am knackered. I am out of shape. Everything aches. I am cold. I am chilled to the bone. I have a cold headache. I thought I could stride out there and manfully shovel for half an hour and have it all done. That sure put me in my place.

I think a hot bath with a large tot of rum is called for.