When I went to bed, it was raining steadily with frequent thunder and temps hovering at the 32 degree mark. When I opened the curtains this morning, the ground was white with a couple of inches of sleet.
Although there are a few icicles hanging here and there, and trees and bushes have an icy sheen to them, sleet is much preferable to freezing rain.
As I write this, the temperature is 23 degrees F, and is not forecast to rise above the freezing mark until after noon tomorrow. That doesn't bode well for our church's annual Shrove Tuesday pancake supper, but we shall see what we shall see.
Tomorrow is also a day.