So The Trees Got Tired And Laid On The Ground

So, my nemesis has returned.

Ice.

Fucking. Ice.

There will be no show at Othello's tonight. There will most likely be no electricity (or running water) at my house tonight. There's a live power line draped across the only street leading to or from my house. My yard is littered with branches and broken trees. It's like a damn arboreal charnel house. The picture above is of a mulberry tree that has stood in that yard for as long as I can remember. Each summer it rained down tasty mulberries for anyone passing by, and now it has toppled over, uprooted under the weight of frozen branches.

I hate you, Ice. I hate you so very fucking much.