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Spinning Class.
Winter finally came with a (relative) vengeance to some of the places that were spared the Snow-vember spectacular last month. Yesterday, I left early for Rochester under dark, rainy skies and found the roads slick and sticky-snow-covered by the time I arrived there. It was their first significant snow of the season and the SUV-filled ditches on sides of roads were a testament to that. They got close to half a foot in all while I was there, but by the time I got home, the ground here was still clear of all of it.

This morning, less so.

I didn't have to be downtown until 10:30 today, so I left after rush hour but still plenty ahead of my appointment to take things slow.  Roads were okay; curbs and sidewalks had several slushy inches on them as I trudged to two appearances.  The roads had been plowed as I headed back out here a bit after 11, but there were still some icy spots.

Idiot in a Jeep, in the fast lane to my left, quickly found one of them- and I watched in horror as he did two 360 spins followed by a 180 pirouette as he sped over a portion of the 33 elevated over an intersecting road- and came within 30 feet of clipping me during his revolutions. I grabbed my steering wheel in a death grip, used Kermit's anti-lock brakes to great advantage, and was able to swerve out of his way without going into a spin of my own.

It was over in all of ten seconds, but the sight of it keeps repeating and I was a relative wreck for the rest of the day- which, I know, is far far better than the real kind of wreck.

I hit the gym at day's end, leaving at about 5:45, when afternoon rush is usually over around here. Not tonight. Traffic was backed up in both directions and heading west on Sheridan was so slow, I could smell fireplaces from the homes I was going by.  I was in no hurry whatsoever, though, and was happier than most nights for us to be home, and warm, and together.

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Two followups to yesterday's post about the Bill Forsyth film Comfort and Joy:

The ice cream truck jingle from the film was so gloriously earwormy, I knew I would never conquer it, so I decided instead to embrace it. Taking direction from this Youtube, I learned how to record it onto my phone and turn it into my ringtone.  There will never again be any question of whose phone that is when THIS goes off;)

Also, while Peter Capadi is not in this particular Forsyth film, I heard back from Kara (and IMDB confirms) that Twelve did indeed have a connection to its production: Capaldi's family were ice cream makers in Glasgow and supplied all the ice cream for the movie.

Now THAT kind of cold I am happy to deal with:)
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