Shoveling. Shaving. The same thing: cutting away to the new,
"old familiar" underneath. Making way for smooth travel, and maybe a
kiss.
Sure, both have their hazards: the chunk of hidden ice that
catches the scraper and rams the handle into your breadbasket; or the
occasional bloody nick. But, in the end: tap your snowy shovel on the concrete;
rinse your shaving cream razor in the sink. Either way, you did it, brother.
It is finished.
There's plenty of time to get to work. Plenty of time to never-get-anything-done. The only time
today you can say: the task is complete. So, lean on your snow shovel.
Slap on the aftershave. Survey the job well done: your shoveling & shaving
Sabbath.
It is good.
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