Looks like this will be another weekend when I don't grill. The kids have been excavating the grill, a bit at a time: but that project's been a lower priority than digging out cars and keeping the driveway and sidewalk clear. And properly so.
Besides, I've been a bit off my feed lately. Not sick enough to have any interesting symptoms: just enough to make me a bit careful.
Standing out in a Minnesota winter, standing in the snow while grilling burgers, didn't strike me as a particularly sensible thing to do.
Good heavens: in my late fifties, could I actually be developing an approximation of common sense?