The day I’m writing this column, I spent an hour this morning doing something I genuinely dislike: shoveling and snowblowing 11 inches of fresh snow. It wasn’t optional. The driveway has to be cleared. The sidewalk has to be passable. Life doesn’t pause because the weather is inconvenient, and neither do responsibilities.
As the snow piled up and the blower grumbled its way down the drive, I found myself thinking about how familiar that feeling likely is to you. There are plenty of days in the plumbing trade that probably feel a lot like shoveling snow: necessary, unavoidable and not particularly
