Day 8 -- Icy world

After the freeze up yesterday afternoon and the 3-4 cm snow that fell in the evening, I awoke to a very frozen, icy world today. The slush froze solid and the snow served to hide it from unsuspecting walkers. In some places, though, the snow provided the only traction available. It is treacherous for anyone walking. Seriously, the drive way looked like a zamboni had been through to polish it up while I slept.

This was how my day unfolded -- top layer of paper on the desk hiding the underlying tasks that appear to be short, but invariably contain one or two hidden parts to trip you up <smile>. So, similarly to the metaphor of crossing a stream moving from one slippery rock to another from Denny Dougherty's "Dream a Little Dream," today I felt I was gingerly walking over skating quality ice and hoping to remain upright. The day ended with a couple minor slips but no falls -- actual or metaphorical.

Today's selection, a  live version, speaks to the slippery qualities of life. Enjoy!

Slip Slidin' Away -- Simon & Garfunkel