A Hippo Thermia encore.

A Blue Hippo repost.
The snow has melted slightly, leaving my roof rimmed with ice dams and foreboding. The icecicles of early December carry the weighty stalactites of late December and, God help me, January.
Slipping and sliding through February - It will become a forced March.
The is driveway already a narrow hallway to the garage door, and I have hit the garage door.
I need a Blue Hippo. And a shoulder ice pack.