Just my third time at the gym since I ripped up something in my knee trying to avoid falling face first into the Christmas tree a couple of weeks ago. The short drive in mid-morning wasn't eventful, thank goodness, because overhead traffic lights and stop signs couldn't be seen until about a car length away (not too awful since I well know where they all are). This is the parking lot just before I left for home - a bit of an improvement, but as I write this at nearly 3 p.m., it hasn't improved much.