Pictures of ice from this morning.
If you ever wanted to see what a prediction of "The End of the World" might look like, shopping in St. Louis yesterday would have given you a pretty good idea. I got out of my car at the farthest end of our Super Wal Mart's parking lot (note--about a half mile away!) to look up and find a short woman (much shorter than I) pushing her cart around, completely lost, talking to herself, holding a set of keys in hand. Being taller, I thought I could lend a hand--I knew that look. "Lost your car?" "Yes." So we proceeded to wander aimlessly around looking for her car, her key chain up in the air to prompt the beep-beep. She seemed to be in the same Almost Fifty age bracket I'm in. I felt for her. I've been there, sister, I really have. After about ten minutes of me dashing in and out of parked cars, and not having any luck and the ocean of cars growing by the minute as new panic-stricken shoppers arrived, I had to go. She wouldn't stop talking to herself and I became concerned. Thankfully, another woman joined in the hunt--she could finish because I was at the point where I realized I'd now lost MY car. Almost Fifty moment number 157.