Brushing snow off tends to make my mind wander. I pretend that it’s a sword and I’m chopping up a large dragon or demon or something. Maybe it wandered a little too far because I’m an idiot and I just dumped snow into my clothes basket. Damn it! The rest of my ice scraping and snow brushing is a bit more aggressive and I tire myself out. I didn’t do much on my pbumenger side, but no one ever drives around the town much. The most you’ll see is a procession of motorcycles if there’s a rally nearby.