Taking Another Day Off, and Letting Out a Bellyful of Complaints

Before setting off after breakfast, I had a bellyful of complaints I just had to get off my chest...

The deepest path I mentioned later was posted in the book review section.

After taking yesterday off and clearing a small path in front of the house, I turned the corner and realized I'd been far too naive.

It turned out the area by the door was the shallowest. The deepest snow was probably along the side of the house. Apart from a few "high points" like little hills, it was basically above my waist—visually estimated at a meter...

Apparently, someone went skiing down a slope in the city park yesterday...

I worked until dark yesterday, clearing paths through the places that needed snow removal, but they were basically all too narrow. In a few days, I'd need to widen them by at least double.

Good grief, the cleared passageways looked just like trenches in a movie...

My neighbor's Asbestos Tile shed was crushed by half a meter of snow.

Another household had several chicken sheds collapse. They kept over ten thousand chickens; I just didn't know how many were buried or how many died after being rescued...

The snow probably wouldn't suffocate many of them to death. My doghouse was completely buried overnight, with no angle left uncovered. From a distance, it looked like a huge mound of snow. When I dug it a ventilation hole in the morning, that little guy was still bouncing around full of energy.

After I finished yesterday, every joint in my body hurt. My shoes, clothes, and pants were soaked through. I put my shoes on the radiator to dry for hours, but they were still soaked this morning. I collapsed and fell asleep in a daze, and now every joint in my body