Ick

The temperatures have fallen these past couple of days and this morning I was awoken by the sound of ice balls pinging on the windows. Now the ice balls are mixed with rain and snow-unpleasant to the touch but not treacherous underfoot. I wouldn't venture out to the store, but Homer would be madly disappointed by the absence of the wet dinner to which he feels entitled. If you are owned by a cat you will be familiar with this obligation. And, the teenager neglected to bring home a pumpkin yesterday! That and the candy ransoms present another inescapable obligation. I feel fortunate to have invested heavily in cashmere socks when we were flush.