I set foot on the driveway at 7:00 a.m. thinking it had rained, and instantly I began to slide while my arms did circles above my head for about 5 feet. I have no idea how I stayed standing. Every move I made after that caused me to slide further down the slope of the driveway. What I thought was wet from rain was actually covered by a thin sheet of ice. I almost had a heart attack. Determined to run outside on my day off, I truged forward into the sleet frozen onto the road. I almost ate it about 20 times. Regardless, I still made my 6 miles, enjoyed the newly cleaned winter air and saw my hawk fly over the snowy fields. When I got back, it was starting to warm up (40 degrees!) and so I took a pick axe and went after the driveway (bumpy, thick, frozen tundra that has not melted for 3 weeks). Then afterwards I went into the back yard to dig a hole for the cat to be buried in. He's been curled up frozen in a box outside in the garage for a week and I have not been able to pick away at the dirt because it's been so frozen. I dug a little each day for the last week. Finally, today it was warm and deep enough and so we laid Mr. Whiskers to rest next to my beloved black lab who died 4 years ago. My hands and back were so tired by the time I was through with all of that, that skiing didn't even sound fun anymore. So I went inside miffed that the day was not going as planned, and procedeed to clean my house in the obessive, OCD kind of way moving all the furniture to vacuum and bleach the baseboards, scrub the grout and thew out half my (and the kids) clothes and took them to DI along with 2 tons of other stuff I've been meaning to get rid of. All that cleaning however, did not detract from the entire Lego Star Wars collection gathered in my living room. At least the there's no more cat hair anywhere. | 