We woke up to more snow this morning. I hate shoveling snow at 7 o’ clock on a Monday morning. You know it’s going to be a slow start to the week, and I hate exercise in the morning. I hate most things in the morning, except for a cup of tea and a piece of toast. Breakfast; that’s the extent of my typical morning exertions. Shoveling snow for forty-five minutes, I don’t think so. As I had breakfast, I willed the snow to melt. I failed, so I reluctantly went out to shovel.
Becky and I managed to get out of the house only ten minutes behind schedule. Not that it did us any good, because none of the streets had been plowed. We are talking six lane thoroughfares; not plowed. We crawled up to Becky’s day program taking 45 minutes instead of the usual 25 minutes. In all that time, I didn’t see a city plow. Where were they? Where were the drivers; sleeping in, having a coffee morning at Tim Horton’s, what? Obviously, the city of Mississauga got caught with its trousers down. How many other places were surprised to see snow today?