The snow's piling up out there. I'd just begun to recover. I'd just managed, the past three days, to get back to work. And now the weather has shut me down again. I can't stay in this House today. I can't sit here smothering and claustrophobic. I don't know where we'll go, but I'm getting out of here. Currently, it's 33˚F, with the windchill at 26˚F.