I'm mostly recovered from my cold, and the buses and subways are mostly running. (In Queens, they were still busily plowing streets late last night, and our bus took a parallel course to its usual route, its usual route being still blocked by snow. I think it may be a few more days until things are back to normal here, unless the anticipated warm spell at New Years' just melts everything.)
So Daniel and I ventured into Manhattan, and enjoyed such delights as fresh air, coffee that didn't come from a vending machine, and food that wasn't prepared by a hotel restaurant where neither the usual chef nor the usual food delivery has been able to make it through the snow. I also bought some comics, a couple of Reginald Hill novels, and a stash of Larabars - I think I'm subconsciously preparing to be snowed in again. (Or more likely, I'm preparing for the possibility of spending some serious time idling in airports when we try to fly home.)
Also, I got some postcards of lousy weather in New York to send to my grandfather.
Thanks to everyone who left messages of sympathy on my previous posts. It helped.
Anyway, I suppose I ought to get on with figuring out what we're going to do with ourselves today. Hope you all are having a lovely day!