Every so often, during the spring or summer, I'll be driving past some people doing outside work -- gardening, road construction, telephone linemen, that sort of thing -- and issue a sigh, thinking 'Man, that looks like it'd be a heck of a lot more fun than what I do, sitting at a desk, staring into a laptop screen'. And then the snows come.... I just got my aerobic exercise, shoveling out the driveway. Always mindful of the warnings about sedentary people and sudden exertion, of course. There is a certain pleasure in seeing the blacktop clear again, knowing that we can get out, if only to where the township has inadequately plowed the main roads... but there is also a great deal of pleasure in working from the kitchen table, looking up to see a pile of snow cascading down the big evergreen in back, and stopping to take a sip of flavored water. Ah, roughing it...