I managed to acquire a few bruises last night walking Cassie. I'm fine; she's fine; but my left hand and elbow are a bit sore.
Yesterday continued our really strange week as the repeating 96-hour cycle of cold and thaw continued:
Starting around 4pm, the warm front pushed just enough moisture ahead of itself to give Chicago a fine mist that instantly coated everything. Even though the air got above freezing later on, the sidewalks did not. Result: most of them got a perfectly smooth, nearly invisible coating of ice about 2mm thick.
Cassie, of course, failed to understand why I insisted on walking at a small fraction of our usual speed. She has four feet, you see, and while one or two of them might slip a bit, the dog remained standing.
I, however, did not. Several times.
And here we go again:
So, Cassie won't get all the walkies she deserves today, but she did get a ride in the car. And my bruises will heal.