This post is actually going to be a talky-talk situation, with a couple of photos thrown up here for good measure. The story takes place under the covers, although not necessarily in a way you might think.

Before I move on to the speaking bits, an observation: Icicles are the damndest things. They seem weirdly strong, as currently evidenced out our window where there are a few that have been hanging out for days in the teen- and twenty-degree weather. I seem to remember from my little days a fairy tale about an icicle that pierced the heart of…someone…and something dramatic happens because of course, it’s a fairy tale. The only example I can find is the Hans Christian Andersen’s “The Snow Queen,” which, who knew, was loosely used as a basis for Frozen (and, NO, there will be no earworm of that movie’s sooonnnnggg. But while we’re here, a side note for D, Julian, and Beth, here’s the Frog Prince fairy tale and another link too).

Now, on to the told stuff.