This morning saw the coldest temperature in Richmond in 17 years, and it hasn't been above freezing since late Saturday evening. Yet the snow on our shaded patio appears to be melting along the lines of the bricks. It looks like one of those mazes in a Sunday School lesson in which you try to get Mary and Joseph to Bethlehem without crossing any lines. We have another day off tomorrow. By then this puzzle should be all gone.
