Icy dawn with light snow

The weather forecast was snowpocalypse, but all we got was some frosting around rooftops and some very icy streets and sidewalks. It's below freezing, horrible for people living outside, but this is the view from my 10th floor heated bedroom. I have been out, but I was navigating ice and couldn't manage the camera also.

Archbishop Tutu died, dear man. I will never forget his pleading with Winnie on South African TV, "Please say you're sorry, please!" while she refused. He so earnestly wanted her to apologize that he began to cry and put his head down on the desk in defeat. Many felt he forgave what should never have been forgiven, felt he was "too soft" on racists. Yet reportedly he did say this: "When the missionaries came to Africa they had the Bible and we had the land. They said 'Let us pray.' We closed our eyes. When we opened them we had the Bible and they had the land" --Archbishop Desmond Tutu. 

Watched Don't Look Up (on Netflix). It's about half an hour too long (what were the editors thinking?), and its writers are nowhere near as brilliant nor as subtle as Jonathan Swift, but it's a satire; it has some funny bits and a cast of stars; and most importantly it makes fun of the polarized American response to climate crisis with biting accuracy.