I meant to go out and get a couple things. The car slipped and slid down the driveway, but I made it to the bottom of the hill without any accidents. That’s about as far I went, though. I took one look at the ice skating rink passing as a road—and the snow coming down—thought about all the food in the house, which is plenty for another couple days—and just turned the car around and went back up the hill.
Which was for the best, because I’ve gotten a lot of work done this morning on the book. And Daisy, of course, is helping.