Heck of a thaw on Sunday. Walked to the grocery store in a t-shirt, after turning back to leave my winter jacket at my apartment. Saw a woman up on High Street dumping salt on her sidewalk, and told her to wait until dark, because it was just going to get washed into the street-gutters without affecting the inevitable night-time ice-slicks that this sort of mid-winter thaws leave all over every down-hill flat surface.

Listened to the Super Bowl on the radio. Living without cable has a certain old-timey charm occasionally. You really do live in a different world when you interact with the polity via radio and print. Even if the print is online blogs instead of the daily paper...