Not a lot, but enough to shovel. It took me an hour and a half to shovel 103 feet of driveway, 10 feet across. The snow was only 3 inches deep except at the end of the driveway where the plow dumped an additional 3 inches of depth across the end and about 4 feet in from the street.

I just took my time. I could have used the snow blower, but I usually don’t for that little bit of snow. Since I am a year older, I didn’t rush. Besides, I have a series of evaluations at the Geriatrics Clinic tomorrow. At least three, possibly four; I didn’t want to strain myself. They’ll probably have some words about me shoveling when I’m a fall risk. Big deal.

I fall because my knees occasionally give way and then I can’t stop myself from falling. The other reason is sometimes my brain glitches particularly when I shift my eyes to the side, and I lose my balance and fall. Sucks to be old. I didn’t strain anything shoveling, but I’m certain they’ll come up with strategies I need to prevent falling.

The best strategy would be new knees, but I suppose at my advanced age, there’s all sorts of risks. A new left hip wouldn’t hurt either. Actually, it would hurt and probably more than it does now. I had to do blood work and my red blood cell count seemed to be high – whatever that means. It will all be explained.

I’m not going to worry. I have a good 20 years left at least. I’m almost done with the book I’ve been working on. I just need to tip in the text block after I foil the cover, put the book in the press for its final shaping, and let the person know she can pick it up.