So today, I got up, showered, dressed, and then, armed with a snow shovel and an antique butter knife, I went out on the garage roof (which is flat) and shoveled 4 inches of snow and 2 inches of solid ice off so I could get the water to pool in a different place and put some wet-dry roof seal down.
I got the ice off. It shined my old silver knife up nicely, too.
I was so tired when I was done that I didn't have the energy to dig through the piles of stuff in the garage to reach the roof sealer.
I guess there's always later, right?