Like the age old question of: Shower at night or morning?, there are two clearly different schools of thought when it comes to snow removal.

Some diligent citizens were out blowing snow multiple times during the day yesterday, while others waited until this morning.

My husband, Mark, falls into the second category, which is comprised of people who don't make the bed in the morning because it's just going to get messed up again.

The rationale is that the wind kept blowing the snow back into the driveway, so it was a futile effort. Also, it was warm and inside there was hot baked ziti.

Mark was up early this morning tackling the snowbank at the end of the driveway so that I could get in here and play Summer of '69 by Bryan Adams and drink coffee with Captain.