The snowbanks are taller than I am now. My stairs have disappeared and we walk in on a level path instead of walking up and down 4 steps and a landing. Every time the plow guy comes we have to shovel the snowbank he plows in front of the steps.

This morning when I got home from work, I had to shovel UP before I could get in the door! (The man is away at his mom's taking care of some family business or he would have done it before I got home)

The cat sat on the windowsill and watched me shovel down to open his door. He has a tunnel now that goes uphill to get out the door. He didn't go out, he went in the litterbox and eyed me distastefully when I came in, as if it is all my fault, then went back to bed and crawled under the blanket.

I'm sick of winter!