Today is a day for falling icicles. Every so often I hear a loud thump or a crash from outside, and it's another one hitting the sidewalk. Our back balcony has a long row of majestic ones hanging like swords of Damocles above the downstairs neighbour's corrugated back porch roof. I think he's gone for the day. I hope he doesn't come home to holes punched neatly in his ceiling.