Ice

It's a snow day. No, it's an ice day. It's below freezing, and it's raining, so the trees are slowly becoming encased in a deadly glittery sheath. We have never before had so many icicles on the house, and they are growing as you watch. (And yes, the Christmas lights are still hung outside - there's been too much snow to get them down safely, and besides, they look pretty.) The driveway is thickly coated with ice; we sent the girl up it this morning - hey, she's the one that wanted to go to work with me - but she got about a third of the way up and slid back down on her back (and then cried because we laughed at her). So we're trapped in the house until we can fabricate some crampons, or the temperature rises, whichever comes first.

On the agenda? Baking bread, as much work as I can manage by email and/or phone, and an indoor winter Wii Olympics later this afternoon. Ski jumping, here I come!