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The weather band radio droned on warning of dangerous road conditions.
I went outside, my driveway was covered with a sheet of ice.
Mike braved the slushy, rainy, icy sidewalks to retrieve a big jug of Ice Melt.

Noon came, restlessness set it. I was thirsty. My choices were: bad coffee, tea, water, and orange juice. Bah. The palate demands fizzy, sweet, aspartame-laced caffeinated cola. I fidget and look at the street.
I call a friend I’m SURE will be heading out. No dice, they’re not leaving.

I pace and fidget some more. The palate REALLY demands a diet coke. I call her back to bring someone along on my fools mission.

We venture out to the nearby grocery store. I buy 3 12 packs of not on sale diet cokes, bread and limeade.

Searching for lunch, we head to Culvers. The roads really aren’t that bad. The snow provides traction.

We head home with our cheeseburgers and root beer. Aaah. You never need to leave the house until you’re not supposed to.