It snowed today and was very cold. I went to Waterbury Hospital to get my Zolair shots, which keep me healthy.
But I slipped and slid several times on the road. Especially up hill.
Then, this afternoon late, sugar ice began to fall.
That's my limit of describing it. Ice lie sugar.
I swept the deck three times and Bern did too.
Ice like sugar.
Easily swept away, but remarkable.
We'll see what tomorrow brings.
Tuesday, February 12, 2019
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