The predicted ice storm missed us. The sun came out today. How could I resist painting that blue sky and puffy clouds? I threw my gear into the truck and took off. Found this spot right off Essex Road and parked way over to the side. There I was, sitting inside the truck, painting away (it was only 14 degrees), when a big, old snowplow roared up suddenly and plowed me in! My can of turps fell over and doused my right leg with about a cup of the stuff. Well — I can tell you that stuff burns! Even after having a hot shower, it’s still burning. So dear reader, if I crap out from this, please know I had a good time on my last day!