things take a turn
Big changes since yesterday: the Patriots lost a game that looked eminently winable at the time I last posted, and the temperature took a precipitious drop. 17 degrees (farenheit, natch) might not be that cold in absolute terms--we saw far colder last year, I believe--but when it comes eight or nine hours after a 55 degree evening, it feels like Siberia's dropped right on top of us. The wind which naturally accompanies such a shift in temperature was also a factor, I think. So far our house is still standing.