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Yesterday was sunny and frozen so I stayed in, certain that the slush ridges of Wednesday would have turned into impassable ice ridges in the -7C/ 19F windy day. Got shawarma delivered instead and tipped the brave delivery guy heavily. I mean, for all I know Mohammad Iqbal Hussain comes from Edmonton and laughs at what a Trawntonian thinks of as cold, but equally he may be suffering as much as the Indian guys. Today we were flirting with just at freezing so I went up the street. People had put salt down, sort of, so the ice ridges were starting to break up, but were still solid enough to catch on the wheels, leading to much heaving of the walker and snarling and swearing. Ah well. Life as a cripple was never going to be fun.

Loblaws says they'll get turkey roll in a week before Christmas. We shall see.

Then came back and took my ice scraper to the tracks of the six or seven houses up the street so there's now a clear stretch. Unfortunately I'm going the opposite way tomorrow. Library hold comes in, so. I should know not to put holds on things in winter, but December isn't usually this snowy.

Turns out the soft rubber protuberance on the back of my solar lights' solar panel is an on-off switch. Is covered up because panel is exposed to the elements. Lights come on, a bit wanly, partly because you need actual sun to power the thing and we haven't had much of that this month. But at least I now know it works.