It’s my job to shovel snow. I volunteered last year because I thought it would get me out of the house, give me some exercise, and help relieve my winter blues by absorbing even some weak ultraviolet rays that would pull me out of my certainty that the next ice age wasn’t really upon us. I was, of course, unaware of just how much snow there was going to be last winter. So this year I was happy snow had held off so long. Then the snow came Wednesday night. Thursday I shoveled, and it was the heaviest snow I’ve encountered. That gave me an extra hard workout. I’ve had the driveway plowed twice in the last three days and I’ve shoveled four times. Already, alright. I’m ready for spring.