I was getting a little worried. I could not hear the grumbling sound of the snow blower.
Our driveway and sidewalks were covered with a mountain of snow that drifted in after the latest blizzard.
I poked my head out the front door to check on my husband. He had been outside for more than two hours clearing snow in subzero temperatures.
“Are you OK?” I asked.
“I am almost done out here,” he replied as …