It's just me and the snow this morning. Mr. Darcy is in Chicago, and there's no snow day for the kids (see footprints leading down the driveway toward the bus stop). So it's pretty clear what my exercise for the day is going to be. With only three or four inches of powder, I can't justify firing up the blower, so I'll be getting a shovel-based workout. At least there's plenty of motivation: at the end of the job, I get a cleared driveway, an endorphin high, a pleasant ache in my core muscles, and (way down at the bottom of the driveway) the morning papers.