The temperature made it up to 38°F today.
We took advantage of the window of opportunity to not only get most of last night's new snow off the driveway, but clear most of the ice from in front of the garage door with hot water¹ and a mattock. The ice was eight inches thick in places. This is the worst winter we've had yet for icing, because we've had lots of days where the temperature's just warm enough to get melt off the roof, and just cold enough for it to immediately refreeze.
I'd hoped to get all the way across to the front door, but by the time the garage door was openable and the first foot or two in front of it ice-free enough to get the other car out over if we really have to, I was exhausted.
 After, that is, finding² the hosepipe that should have been in the garage, but which no-one ever bothered to put away after they had it out in the back yard playing with it last summer. And melting all the ice out of it in a bathtub of hot water.
 Where "finding" involved a bunch of digging in several feet of snow and, in one area, breaking through four to six inch thick ice puddled around the gutter downspout, while the Valkyrie generally clowned around and goofed off, and fell on her ass in the snow about half a dozen times. I know her balance isn't that bad. I have only one functioning ankle, and I only stumbled once.