Ice, Ice
Fog’s rising around our house in thick waves. The sidewalks are death traps, plated with ice lying beneath water trapped between snowbanks.
We walked the dogs on the streets: annoying to drivers, I’ll admit, but the only way to get around. Both of them were miserable about the wet, mucky conditions which required vigorous towel-downs on coming home.
The roads are little better than the sidewalks, thanks to frequent visits from the city trucks, motoring by with plows lifted and leaving sand in their wake. The yards are still white with snow but it’s sagged into a heavy compression.
Thank goodness I can work from home until I go to the dentist’s although both of us have had to motor out this morning. First to take youngest to school and second to pick up eldest from her last exam of the high school term. Now? Back to polishing up tomorrow’s course prep on Rome’s fifth century crises so the afternoon can be all about writing.
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