So that was it; the shortest day of the year? Today was a short day? Really? Well then, thank God for that! But it didn't seem like it.
My day began long before sunrise (OK, the sun comes up really late right now, like 11:37am* late, but still). I knew a mountain of white had descended upon my humble home and village equivalent of my "yard" during the long December night. About a foot of it was waiting patiently for me to begin my struggle to rearrange the pretty snowy blanket into crumpled piles, strategically located in out of the way places. I ruined the lovely Christmas scene, but it makes walking a lot easier.
(My buddy just called from a "neighboring" village. He's on the phone right now, wondering if we got snow? He didn't. For real? Hard to believe. We got buried!)
The snow was so bad I even brought my old plow back out of retirement, and it performed wonderfully, saving a lot of back strain. I still shoveled my porch roof, the back room and the wood shed, which = a lot of hard work. Whew! To say I perspired a fair amount would be an understatement.
In addition, I had to move a lot of snow around the dog-yard also. Slogging my way around the yard in a foot or more of fresh snow gets tiresome.
All in all, it was a very fatiguing day. Seemed R-E-A-L-L-Y long to me.
So tell me again, why exactly was this considered the shortest day of the year?
*according to sunrisesunset.com. (a goofy site called "cityfinders tried to tell me the sun came up at 9:32. I don't want to be disagreeable but it looked real dark at 9:30 this morning)
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