Miss D. headed out the door at oh-dark-thirty this morning, slipped and slid down the steps and crunched across the lawn to her vehicle, then promptly turned around and came back inside. Even for an Alaskan-trained driver, there was too much ice on the road to be safe.
As the light grew, so did the ice on the road and every paved surface. Our back yard and the neighbor’s are white at present, not with snow, but with a steadily increasing thickness of ice. There are accident reports from all the major freeways and Interstates around town, and the sound of morning rush-hour traffic in the distance is conspicuous by its absence. Looks like no-one’s even trying to get to work yet! I wouldn’t be surprised if most people don’t make it in at all today.
Oh, well. I have my lady at home with me. This makes me warm, fuzzy and happy. Who says ice storms are no good for anything?