The weather is treacherous here today. This morning I went out with the intention of running a few errands. I made my first stop but then turned back and went home. The streets were too dangerous. People were sliding all over the place. I narrowly avoided being run into 3 or 4 times in the course of a two mile journey. I'm an experienced winter driver. I've been driving in this clime for a little over 40 years. But, still, it was scary out there this morning. When I got home my heart was pounding. When it returned to its normal rate I took a deep breath and went outside to shovel for 40 minutes. Winter: my least favorite time of year.
Listening to Neil Young Live at the Cellar Door, a concert recorded in 1970. Spare, lovely music.