Today is my husband's birthday. We have been snowbound for a week (ok- not really- he's been taking the bus to work). At least, the kid and I have been snowbound for a week. We haven't left the neighborhood since last Friday.
And here it is. Friday again. All my husband wants for his birthday is to get *out* and eat some Thai food. So my job is to make sure that happens.
My husband has been taking care of the front walk and sidewalk. But since we haven't been driving anywhere, no one has touched the space behind our garage. I realized when I went back there that we were maybe the only ones who hadn't dug out our garage yet. So.
The kid was at a friend's house. The husband was at work. The sky was beautiful- sunny and clear. I began to dig away at the two feet of snow that sat in front of our garage. I'm not much of an exerciser, so I was surprised at how good it felt to dig deep shovelfuls of snow and throw them into ever-growing piles along the sides of our garage. I felt strong and powerful-seriously? Not feelings I'm used to having.
And when I was done, an odd sense of accomplishment. A clear path for not just one, but for both of the cars that had been sitting in our garage. It felt good. I felt mighty. And I felt hungry. Honestly. How does exercise just make you want to eat more? A fat lot of good that does me.