Although I can see the tracks where the mail truck pulled up to my mailbox, I haven't been out to check it. I forgot to fetch the snow shovel from the shed in the back yard, which is farther from the house than the mailbox is, so I can't shovel a path down the driveway and I don't want to slog through the snow to get whatever was delivered. It's probably only junk mail anyway. It can sit for a day or two. It might have to sit longer. Chances are it won't warm up enough to wash much of the driveway clear until Sunday. It's a good thing I've got lots of cans of soup on hand, not to mention a freshly made pan of brownies.
Mmm, brownies. Take a nap, Internets. Eating brownies requires my complete attention.