Just went outside for some air. After slipping and landing on my ass, I hurried back inside. Yipper, an ice storm. The sidewalks are glazed. Reminiscent of 1998, without the breaking trees. Wearing but a fleece jacket. Temps are supposed to go above 10 tonight, should melt everything to mush. Time to take out the quiver, the iron and the wax. Ski season should soon be upon us, and I have yet to accomplish my mission of eliminating knuckle-dragging snowboarders from this planet. You know who you are.