Dearly beloved, we are gathered her to say our goodbyes....
To my icicle.
It was dead upon my arrival home from work on Friday. My mouth actually fell open in disbelief when I saw its absence from my gutter. Speaking of which, it managed to not take any gutter or roofing with it, so that's good.
But still. I have been in mourning. Time heals all wounds, I guess.