My morning

I'm fighting cabin fever and my aching body.
I force myself to bundle up and shovel.
The earbuds connect me with the world beyond the drifts.
Melodies circling in a string quartet will help keep my mind occupied.
"Start workout".

The plow has been through and I have a lot to clear.
No place to put it beside the drive,
I walk it shovel-load by shovel-load,
no not flinging, that would hurt my back,
alternating hands so that my twisting will be evenly distributed,
one pushing, one levering.

Then the car is uncovered,
I will be able to get it out mid-day,
but not now.

I slip making my way on the icy side of the house,
under the eaves of lengthening lacy curtains.
The back deck must be cleared enough to get out the back door.
A path to the currently empty buckets.
The recyclables are piling up like drifts inside the back door.

Then to the front, up the stoop, testing the aching knee.
Into the house, unbundle, strip layers now damp with perspiration.
My device announces a mile.
Pull out the earbuds,
"Slide to finish".
Distance 1:00 miles, Duration 00:54:06 minutes, 710 kCal.
The map with the red dot next to the blue dot with childlike scribbles connecting,
The electronic documentation of my efforts this morning.

I sit in my favorite chair with feet up, check the electronic notifications.
I'm pulled off into weather alerts, news, email and then my games.
I get up before I get too stiff, head for the kitchen.
I peel an orange and eat the rest of the cottage cheese from the container.

Climbing the stairs, maybe I'll take a tub soak.
I'm fighting cabin fever and my aching body.