Ed, your post made me smile as I recalled the same sentiments you mentioned when we shoveled the new snowfall at the beginning of the winter season. It was by the middle to end of the season, after shoveling and snowblowing that darn driveway and sidewalk for the 20th time or more that we became inured to the process.
After a bone-breaking fall on the ice one winter, I knew the winter love affair was over and I don't know if that is being negative or pragmatic.
