2. Sidewalk is clear right to the corner. The remaining block to the bus stop is slightly impeded by a large tree branch, but hey-- twigs give traction.
3. Unfortunate Canada Post employee, sent out to deliver parcels on a Sunday, in the ice, uphill both ways, nonetheless delivers my quilt from incandescens. And it is, as always, far more gorgeous than the pictures can show. I gloat over my two gemlike downstairs quilts.
4. Except that I'm upstairs for the evening because ow, shovelling ice all the way to the corner... Ativan and beanbags are us.