So yeah, it started to rain right on schedule (like, 3:00 a.m.); Papa got up at 4:30 and was out the door by 5:00. He had a long, treacherous drive to work. Eli, who stayed overnight in Madison, slithered to the last bus that ran before they pulled ’em off the streets. At 8:00, when a normal sane person would get up, it was pouring and 31.5 degrees, but you don’t have to take my word for it.
It’s hard to tell, but everything is coated in ice.
Like the deck; and the driveway was flooded on top of the ice.
After that, the camera batteries died, so you are spared the endless pics of the snow, the chocolate-chunk cookies that Roya made, the chili, biscuits, roasted potatoes and tortilla strips that I made, and a picture of our latest home furnishing. (I assure you, that one will be stunning.)