We awoke to three inches of fresh snow this morning. So, we got up at 6 a.m. and while Rog snowblew out the long driveway, I shoveled the paths to the barn and chicken coop, fed the animals, and hauled water. (I don't mind shoveling in the dark --I enjoyed when we lived in town and after a storm all our neighbors would be out clearing their driveways together before breakfast so they could get to work.)
Rog finished before I did and went inside to shower. When I finished my chores I discovered he had inadvertently locked me out! I knocked and hollered for quite some time before he finally exited the shower, heard me, came downstairs and let me in. I was glad it was +20F, not -20F! (He sweetly atoned by making me breakfast and my favorite iced mocha.)
By 7:45 a.m., we had snowblown, done the chores, fed the cats and dogs, washed a load of laundry, rinsed the sprouts, showered, and eaten breakfast. We should get up this early every day and accomplish so much.