Scott bought a very nice shovel to shovel our walk; it’s light and functional and sturdy. It’s been snowing almost without ceasing lately, however, and finding the time to keep up with it is another matter. Time, in fact, is always the problem; there’s never enough time to do everything.
Yesterday Scott returned home for lunch to find that our steps and everything else had been cleaned. Apparently, a down-and-out sort has been making money shoveling people’s sidewalks using our shovel. As repayment, he’s been shoveling ours as well, and then returning the shovel to our front porch.
I saw him this morning cleaning our stoop. Just as I was about to open the door and say thanks, and Merry Christmas, he disappeared.
Botkin Creative 
Fear not, dear reader. According to The Oracle, time does not exist anyway.
Good to see you, even for two sips of hot water. Thanks for the sweet gifs. Y’all really are just lovely.
Turns out I’m all night at The Grit after all