Six or eight inches of snow fell between yesterday and today. Luckily, Rich, my daughter's behemoth husband, is out shoveling the driveway and sidewalk as once I did.
The way out to the zendo, which lies at the rear of the backyard, is likely to be a slippery slog. No one goes there except me and the effect of shoveling a path excludes the likelihood of its getting done.
Sometimes I dislike not being able to do what I once did. The mind insists "yes you can" and the body snickers smugly.