Last night was a restful night once I got myself unstuck. When I got home, I drove all the way down the lane as I knew my son needed to get in too later. As I tried to turn and maneuver in the lot, I got in some deep stuff and couldn't move so I decided to walk up and get the mail. Besides, I'd seen someone plowing out a neighbor's drive. I walked over and got his attention and asked if he would take a swipe at my drive. Turns out he is a former neighbor, brother of the person he was cleaning the drive out for, and had only moved a bit down the road.

So I went back to my car and shoveled around the tires, getting myself out just about the time he came down the lane. After he got one side of the lot, he had me move over and then scooped the other side so my son could park up closer to the house too. Wasn't that nice? I did pay him for his gas but would've paid him more if he'd taken it.

At work I'd been to a few campus appointments in other buildings which meant I had to bundle up in my ten pound long wool coat and boots and carry my work bag and walk to my destination in the freezing brittle cold. It's amazing how much it wears you out doing that, so I wasn't in the mood to do much when I got home. I decided to crochet a couple more blossoms. The one I made for the vintage pattern was only the first round. I didn't need it any bigger but I went ahead and finished the rest of the pattern on these. They will probably go on a rock cozy before too long.

It did give me an idea for a tatted flower. We'll see if I have time to pursue it.