Never mind what I said ten days ago; now we’ve got quantifiable amounts of snow — enough to cause idiot drivers to crash their cars and enough for me to shovel. Yes, me, shovel. It went well enough yesterday, though my back began to ache a bit by the time I finished the front walk. My mistake was then to go get the mail: before I even arrived at the post office my sacroiliac joint was imploding. Walking back was an exercise in fighting through the pain. Even so, that profound pain abated after five minutes of sitting down. Noted for future reference.