Ice epic.

The snow is melting. The ice like the drunk you never wanted at the party in the first place, refuses to leave. The ice that has melted has left lagoons awaiting the unwary that bounce off the kerb. Beth and I went shopping, to prep me for a weekend alone.
 It was fine going down to Kroger, but going to The Brown Bag on the way back? Ice epic.  Small hills of ice surrounded the way in. But the sandwiches and soup are so good. Went for it anyway, with my version of what I believe is balance , seeing me to the door..Got the food, great as always, and somehow managed to get back, with very little disaster. One bag muddy, and chucked. All food intact,  lunch amazing. I'll take that as a win