Mid 80's, sun, humidity, spring training - what a drag. Now THIS is what early March is all about:
Left work early, since no one was there. Shovelled the wet'n'heavy for about an hour, ate some dinner with Mrs. Octane and am now enjoying a Molson along with Walter Love.
Sure, I some times think it'd be fun to have a monster 2-stage job with lotsa power, but I'm just obstanent enought to think that shovelling builds character (Who am I kidding? One more dump like this and I'm off to Sears).
Sure, it's a bit tough to get around, but I do have the Blizzaks.