In da freezer

Such cold, it can make you feel miserable when you're fighting off a virus. We decided to go out to a play despite the threat of more snow, which was coming down in its most impressive fluffy-flaked Hollywood style when we got out of the theater. (It was a version of The Great Gatsby, and perhaps because of my foggy brain, it struck me as kind of peculiar, but had its interesting moments.) We took a friend home to her place downtown, then wended our way home on crunchily coated streets and roads; took a few minutes to appreciate the big clumpy flakes, knwoing it would probably be gone by late morning.