I have grown fonder of winter, once the shock of being shipped north in late fall wore off. The house is cozy, baked goods appear more often and it is fun to dash in the fresh snow. But a coating of glare ice is no one's fun. I have four legs and I can't stand up on the sidewalks today. My morning walk was understandably short. And although Boy#1 and I chuckled watching people fall over, it wasn't so funny when it was us.
So unless the freezing rain can produce some squirrelcicles, pronto -- I give today's weather a loud, rude raspberry.