On Tuesday and Wednesday it was close to 70 degrees in New York. We were watching Lost and when the 11 o'clock news came on it said the temperature was 69 degree. Thursday it started to get blustery, and Friday it rained and hailed and snowed for almost 24 hours straight, leaving everything encased in about 6" of solid ice.
I got up this morning about 6:00 AM and set about getting the ice off the cars. Just getting my wife's car doors to open took about 30 minutes, a flat-head screwdriver, and a bruise from falling on my ass trying to navigate the ice rink my driveway had become. There was no breaking through the ice on the ground; I would have to wait until later when it got a little warmer. So I escorted the Missus out to her car at 7:00 AM so she wouldn't fall (we almost did anyway, twice) and could get to work in time.
Then it was back inside for a little French-style omelet and coffee. I watched an episode of Good Eats on the Food Network and Alton Brown went through a 10-step process for making omelets French-style, starting with letting the uncracked eggs sit in warm water for about 5 minutes. The whole process only takes about 8 minutes, including the five spent warming the eggs up. Throw in a few choice additions (I fry up some chunks of ham and peppers), sprinkle some fresh parsley and pepper before the folding, and you got yourself a nice breakfast.
Then it was back outside for about 2 hours of chopping ice with a metal spade before shovelling it into the yard. "Beat" does not begin to describe the feeling.