This morning I did the power station workout, then told myself to make no other exercise plans as I thought I might need to save my strength for snow removal. Lucky thing. I spent over three hours (in a morning and afternoon session) shoveling, woveling, snowblowing and chipping ice off the roof. Then I had to lean my head in the door and call out for reinforcements. So my lovely, lovely (who made the best muffins ever in the morning--completely vegan; yes, indeed) came out to discover the snow rose to the tippy-top of her head (and she prides herself on being tall--at least in comparison to her grandmother Esther). So, together we carved out an escape route--now when does that plane leave for Costa Rica?