I just got back from attempting to go for a walk, made it up the stairs holding on, traversed the top of the driveway, then could find no footing that was not precarious. A woman and her dog came by. I introduced myself, she was Barb from Keith Road. She had just fallen, her leg hurt and her hip and she was embarrassed. Maybe wait for the sun to melt this more, she said. I went back slowly and descended the black-ice steps. The sun shone on my face as I contemplated using the treadmill for another day. I stood on the patio breathing in the unusual above-zero air and went in to make coffee.
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