Upon getting home, I enlisted Connor’s help to dig out the rest of the access pipes to our septic system. In person, the depth of snow seems much more impressive than the pictures show. In fact, I felt like I was recreating the Rebels’ trench defenses on Hoth as I was going. Two pipes remain unclaimed. Connor’s attire suggests that he was not as concerned about the 20 degree temperatures as I was.
I need to go to bed. I feel absolutely wiped out. It doesn’t help that, according to my Fitbit, I’m an hour under my normal average for nightly sleep. At least I can sleep in tomorrow.