It basically hasn’t stopped snowing around here for the past three or four days. Not a ton of snow by our standards (I don’t know what the official tally is, but I’d say we got something in the 18″ – 24″ area at my place), but enough to have me out on the tractor plowing twice a day for the past few days. Nothing more invigorating than starting off a 12° morning with a ride on the tractor. I really hope it stops, soon – and it looks like the impending Nor’easter is going to stay away from us, so that’s a good thing.

I get to go back to the doctor tomorrow morning. Nothing too icky, thankfully – they’re just gonna steal some of my blood and see if my BP is better (which it is; I’ve been taking it twice a day, and it’s somewhat amazing to see how easy it was to get it to normal). I’ve also knocked off the beer for a bit (mostly because I killed my most recent keg of homebrew – it takes an awful lot longer to brew 5 gallons than it does to drink it), and all work (and snow plowing) and no beer makes Jack a very dull boy indeed.

The doctor informed me that if you’re going to drink every day, you’re not supposed to drink more than 2 8-oz beers a day – which is of course ridiculous, since beer doesn’t even come in 8-oz containers. I mean, can you even buy “splits” anymore? I remember being able to get a case of O.V. splits (we called them “German grenades”) and dumping a bag of ice on top. And rather than inhibiting drinking, it actually induced you to drink more, ‘cuz the damn things went down in one swallow and never got warm.

Ah, those were the days.

Anyhow, I think I’ll go for one more night of enforced sobriety, and then spring for a few cold ones tomorrow night. Otherwise I’ll have to keep going to bed at seven.