So: The philosophy of snow shovelling. Any thoughts?

It's snowing here in Chicago, as it is wont to do. It apparently will continue snowing for much of the day. So: Go out and shovel the couple of inches of icy snow we have now, or wait until it stops snowing and tackle the icy, packed-down footprints of the day?

The last big snow we had, I waited. I ended up shoveling 10 to 12 inches of wet, heavy snow -- the sort of snow that's great for snowballs and snowmen, but a bitch to shovel. Ow.

Today, I chose to go out and shovel the couple of inches we already have, which was relatively easy. It was already starting to get packed-down where people had walked on it, so I felt virtuous and smart. Now I'm sitting inside, looking out the window at the snow continung to fall. And I keep thinking Sisyphus. Harumph.