We’ve had the Mother of All Ice Storms going since last night, and New Hampshire now has an evenly applied layer of icy frosting from top to bottom. Robin has the day off, and I had planned to go out for my weekly Dadcation this morning, but I had to postpone on account of Minor Natural Disaster. The roads are skating rinks, and I’m not terribly keen on dumping the minivan in a ditch somewhere.
Instead, I spent some time on the roof clearing ice from the eaves. This is a regular occurrence in the winter, and I even have an iPod playlist for the occasion, called “The Day I Fell Off The Roof And Broke My Fucking Neck.”
The trees and power lines are heavy with ice. We didn’t lose power, but that may still happen later tonight, as the slush of the day freezes solid. However, the house is heated with wood, we can cook on the wood stoves, there are plenty of candles and flashlights stashed all over the house, and my writing implements all run on batteries. Tomorrow I’ll try to make it out into civilization for a morning off, but tonight we’re going to hole up here at the ranch, stoke the fires, and play World of Warcraft after the kids are down. (Until the power lines snap, that is.)