I live in an apartment, so my snow shoveling responsibilities are minimal to nil. In fact, in the last decade, there's a good chance I've scooped more snow out of pits dug to scope back-country snowpacks during skiing forays than I have snow from stoops or sidewalks. Late Tuesday night, though, my brother-in-law relayed a message that his property needs shoveling love while he's away (or else he risks a municipal fine for neglecting his responsibilities).
As sweet, sweet justice would have it, the current storm is a nasty slushy one. I can only hope my efforts on his behalf will also amount to digging out of my own karmic hole.