Snow, dig. Snow, snow, dig. Snow, snow, snow, sigh.

It never stops! We're all going crazy! Send help! Or whiskey, at any rate.

Yesterday, I again spent my lunch time chipping and hacking and shoveling, taking advantage of warm weather (above freezing, anyway). I managed to break down and shovel away part of the ice wall created at the end of the driveway by the snow plows. Dug my car partly free, although I discovered that the wheels are trapped in fairly solid ice. I was hoping that the forecast - another installment of the regular weekly blizzard - would be wrong and the exposed ice would melt some more, or at least would soften a bit and lose some of its grip on the concrete underneath.

Nope. Snowing again, cold again. Self-pity again.

But at least I'm continuing to work away at Time and the Soldier. The finish line keeps receding, but I know it's really there and I'll reach it. I just don't know when.

Or what will happen when I do. But one must never think of that. Ya gotta keep focused on the book. At that, ya gotta keep focused on the part of the book you're currently working on. That's the key, and I know that, and I have to keep reminding myself of that.