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January 6, 2014
As I look out over the snowscape I am struck by the highlighting of the snow. A drawing would leave mostly white paper I think. I had thought to go out and blow the driveway, but my son has beat me to it by about five minutes. I can now see his billow of snow from the corner of my window as he makes his way down the driveway, no doubt fighting the electric cord. I wonder how well he will do. I am playing with sleep again as he battles the snow. Iíve had my breakfast. The hard-boiled egg.