And Coltrane. Woah, lots and lots of Coltrane. And that Xmas gift copy of David Sedaris' Dress Your Family in Cotton and Denim,threatening to be consumed at one sitting, my thickly-besockéd feet stretched hedonistically toward the fire, still going strong after 6 hours and about a sixth of a cord of wood. And maybe even a nip or two of vodka.
Please Nobodaddy, may the snow never stop.