While I was inside, warm and dry and busy teaching piano lessons, MB went outside to conquer the ice.
It got very quiet, and I couldn't find him. When I did, I patted him on the back (because I was so proud of his little work ethic!) and his sweatshirt must have weighed ten pounds in water weight.
Cabin Fever + Boy Thoughts = Progress!
AND a greater likelihood that I might NOT slip on the ice tomorrow, because it's going to refreeze tonight.