Inch after inch falls down.  Every year I resolve not to shovel for the duration of the season.  And why should I?  Our solitary stair user is the mailman with his stack of paper spam.  Long gone are the Bohemian days of Chicago, hosting daily/nightly social events.  In our new life, we average ONE visitor per quarter.  And they can trudge through the snow for all I care.  Harumph.