I used to wonder how my retired mother in law could always be so busy, since, after all, she was, retired.  Now I know.  If you have something on your schedule for the day, especially in the middle of the day, you have the anticipation of the event and the denouement that follows.  In my case, recent doctor's appointments for myself and Sugar, the upcoming edit I have to do for Mary, the need for snow removal, albeit not needed until midday, are just those kind of events.  They all need to get done and they seem to demand more of my time.  It may sound as though I'm complaining, but I'm not, really.  I just wanted people to understand that even when retired, your time isn't entirely your own.  Once again, the little electric snow blower showed its abilities.  If I can just learn to not step on the cord, I should be all set.  If it had batteries, I'd be complaining about those going dead and if it required gasoline, I 'd be complaining that it ran out and I had to go to the corner to get more, so all in all, I think it is the best choice.  How about the playoffs.  The pundits were wrong once yesterday.  In baseball, they would be batting  500.  In football, that is only half right.  Amazing what a change in sports does for your prognostication abilities.  Oh well, today they have predicted another set of games non Sunday.  At the end of the day, we'll see how they did.  Time to go.