“groovy mother...”

Unsuccessful braking yesterday morning, due to sheet ice on a bridge, has left me with a buggered-up hood, bumper and headlight. So this year, I've been a wash for my insurance company.

A great Boston tradition. Let's see if my space and/or the chair are still there when I get home.

We won't be opening the sliding door any time soon.

I don't think I'll be making it into work tomorrow

Just barely visible is some poor bugger who tried to drive down the street, and is now having to resort to digging-out and pushing his car to have any hope of making it to the other end

Not cycling anywhere today.