The city is grey, cold and silent. I love Decembers, except when I am in New York, when my affections shift to April.
I could use a heater in the room since my new bald (Bond, James Bond) look is acting as an efficient conductor of heat seeping outside my system. In the interest of energy preservation I am covered in layers of clothing including a pull over head gear that does a reasonable job of covering my ample surface area.
It appears as if the cold has brought everything to a standstill.
Did I mention I am back after 2 months on the road…Did you miss me?