Right now the ice pellets raining down make a sound like tiny glass bead cascading though Hell's biggest hourglass and they might as well -- it's a countdown to trouble and the only question is not "if" but "how bad?"
No answer to that. My drive home was not hellish only thanks to Downtown's heat island and a zillion rush-hour motorists ahead of me.
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