No More for Me...

...I'm feeling a bit wobbly.

I went to play pickleball at the Y this morning. My stainless steel water bottle was already in the car, and as I picked it up and stuffed it in my sport bag I could tell by the weight that it was full. It wasn't until I tried to drink from it that I discovered the contents were frozen solid. I tried to stand it on the floor in a sunny spot to thaw, but it kept falling over. The expanding ice had made a big bulge in the bottom.

I shouldn't have been so surprised -- we've had several days of daytime temperatures barely above freezing, with much colder nights.

A hammer and a block of wood should help get my bottle back on an even keel.