We’re going to try to get to town at noon. Ann’s been on the road between the house and hardtop, coming and going, and says that even in the Subaru, our road is in poor shape after having the top layer scraped in the wee hours yesterday.
It’s not likely there will be much melting this week. We may have this with us for most of the winter, so we’d best get used to it.
Meanwhile, the fellow I called three times to please come clean the gutters had the weather as a legitimate excuse every time, so now, we’re watching giant ice-cycles form on our gutters, and will be lucky not to lose them from the sheer weight of accumulating ice. For joy!
