Either the Mountain Came to Muhammed (Francis Bacon), or it's a Magical Mountain (Thomas Mann), but either way it's a lot to shovel.

I figure it will take us two days. Of course, a typical day consists of coffee/breakfast/news-reading from 8 to 10, a forty-five minute nap from 1 to 2, and a work-quitting time of 4.

Chilly, cloudy start to the day, but by shovel time it was actually too sunny and warm to make shoveling fun. (I will not admit that we were roused out of the sack by the rumbling of a large diesel engine belonging to a Randy Noble dump truck.)

You may be wondering about the very substantial balsam fir tree rather prominently positioned in the space to be occupied by the lean-to shed.

Also today, the plastic wrap came off the porch, and, as evening settled in, we thought about sitting there.

My Side of the Mountain by Jean Craighead George, btw.

Did I order too much gravel?