The decrepit cat does have a name; he regularly hisses at me (though I've been feeding him for a few years now), so his name is Alger Hiss. That's one thing -- the name -- that my someday-will-be-ex-husband left behind that I don't mind holding on to!

I spent over seven hours -- seven hours out of my life that I will never get back -- shoveling over the past three days. I.hurt.EVERYwhere. I was able to back my car ever so carefully down my driveway without dragging the sagging phone lines with me. I went to the store because I absolutely, positively had to buy cat food. And chocolate, because I ate the very last of the chocolate when I came in from today's first shoveling foray.

I usually like snow, but I DO NOT WANT ANY MORE! THERE IS NO MORE ROOM IN MY YARD, ON MY PATIO, OR ON MY ROOF FOR MORE SNOW!