I woke up this morning to that distinctive hiss of sleet against the window. The radio announcer was starting into the litany of accidents in the northwest of the broadcast area (just north of me).
The side stairs were iffy, so I went through the front door to go to the barn. I did my goat chores very, very carefully. The ice crusting the water pump was about the thickness of an orange peel, which is plenty thick enough to provide a skating surface for a car. Fortunately, with the temperature just at freezing, the ice wasn't strong enough to stop me from busting through it for water. The back goats (and llama) will need more hay today, but at least everyone has had breakfast.
Blessings on the technology age which allows me to telework. I can be safe and not feel guilty about it.
ETA: The dog is not in favor of the ice, either. She lost traction and went down the front steps on her rear end. Even at 8:30 this morning, it's 31 degrees and raining. That's not a good combination.