Yesterday i walked up to the avenue to mail a memorial card to a guy who couldn't made the funeral. I discovered ":BLACK ICE". on the sidewalk! Scary. one moment your foot is on dry concrete, the next, your imitating hockey players.
But it was ok. I got a lot done, but still more to do. work is like that, isn't it. Never completely finished. always something to look forward too.
ok, time to get with in. i think.