A strand of barbed wire was beginning to coat with ice this morning as I dashed out to the grocery store to stock up in the face of the oncoming storm. It's rumored to be a nasty one. I hope we don't lose power; we can hole-up here for several days and not hurt for supplies, but if we lose power, we're heading to mom's in Denton.
Rick is more concerned about the enormous dead tree directly across the street from our garage. I can see his point, really. He moved our old van out of that driveway and into the church parking lot next door, just to be on the safe side. I don't park my van in that driveway, so it's probably out of harm's way. You never know in these things, though. Ice storms are the pits.