It is cold. Everything is iced over. Gordon and I had to rent a moving truck, because the movers mysteriously left behind my chair and a couple of other things, including Gordon’s comic collection, and yesterday we had to drive it from Cedar Park to San Marcos. As an aside, I am a hoarder. Also our house is filthy. Sorry, I’m traumatized by this move. You never know just how much dust is under the furniture, until you empty the room.
Anyway, so today we had to unload the truck in the sleet. It was basically freezing rain and it immediately stuck to the ground. I was stepping out of the truck onto one of those little steps they have built in on the side. The step had frozen over, resulting in me going one way, and my feet the other. I had wisely grabbed the handle, so I ended up dramatically swinging around the truck like George of the Jungle.
Then we had to drive the truck back over the bridge that completely iced over, with skid marks going in all directions.
Everything is closed. U-Haul place was closed. We had a plumber appointment – they cancelled. It is freezing. We had both fireplaces going today.