I had a lovely time in New York, and I should have stayed there. After disembarking from an 8-hour bus trip to Augusta, Maine, I chipped several inches of snow and ice off my parked car and then spent the next two hours crawling home through hypnotically swirling snow . . . passing speeders in ditches and police cars flashing their lights beside busy tow trucks, only to get my all-wheel-drive car stuck in the foot or so of snow in my own unplowed driveway. Ugh.

Anyway, here I am.