Good morning, all.

Tom, I hope your ankle feels better.

The predicted less than an inch of snow in the Philadelphia area had somehow turned into a reality of four inches when I woke up this morning.

Went out and shoveled the driveway and the walk so Ivelis could get to work—I'm working from home today. As she drove off in the black Impala, the big sedan in the foul weather somehow had the flavor of so many large American cars from the past.

Enough getting philosophical—back to work!