The power of endless circling on four-wheelers by hearty boys (clearly they do not fear a cold breeze) and sunshine has accomplished this. Have not checked the status of the darkly shaded hill of death. Going down probably won't be a problem. Am hoping someone will drive my route to work once or twice or fifty times to clear the way for dark-thirty Friday morning. And also, that I will have at least one Sonic Route 44 Diet Coke tomorrow. Am almost anticipating the return to "clothes you can actually wear outside" tomorrow. Almost.