Much to my horror, we were iced in today. An exchange of text messages yesterday afternoon with the senior warden of St Barnabas’, Havana led to the decision to postpone my visitation there. It felt weird. This is not what Sunday is supposed to be like. We hadn’t been out since our harrowing trip downtown on Friday evening for a concert, Early this evening I determined that my prophylactic salting and sanding yesterday created sufficient gaps in the ice and snow on the driveway to safely back the car out, so I made a brief foray to Smashburger to pick up some dinner.