No, well... I *hate* winter.
Finished work for the day, so I figured I'd better go and check the snail mail and get the paper garbage box from outside. This, despite the fact that I see it's still coming down quite heavily out there.
I bundled up and went outside to see what there was in the snail mail. Yes, we have super boxes in the condo complex where I live, not individual mail slots on the doors to the house and that sort of thing. I knew things were off to a bad start when I stepped into a pile of snow, dropped an inch or two, and had the snow go all the way down both boots. Oh, there was nothing in the snail mailbox, not even adverts.
I start to clean off the car, and then realise that this is going to hurt my back something fierce. There's a lot of snow on the car, with an under layer of ice (from yesterday and this morning's icy part of the storm), so I figure I'll go into the car and start it to help the process along. Haha stupid me. The coating of ice on the car is solid, and I don't have the strength at the moment (because of the bad back) to cut through the ice to open the car. So I go and clean off the front windshield. Guess what? One of my wiper blades, the one on the driver's side naturally, is broken off and just lying there on the windshield, covered in a layer of ice and snow.
Finally, I go and pick up the black box from the garbage (that one puts the paper garbage in). It's sitting there, upright, full of ice and snow. Take it up onto the balcony and...slip. Just a bit, but I think I've twisted my ankle. Maybe. The right ankle, the driving ankle.
I give up.