We'll be on semi-hiatus for a few days as I go to Alaska to warm up (Wednesday night it was 39 degrees in Homer, Alaska).
Of course, last year I busted up some ribs, hurt my back and was in general pain after a nasty fall on ice about 70 miles south of Anchorage.
But last night I tried to get to my mother-in-law's home in Kenosha and couldn't risk it. The street was so icy -- with inches of caked ice with water on top -- that I couldn't safely navigate it on car or foot.
So behave yourselves when I'm gone.