Nothing worked out right today. Here at the center of the political universe we got, oh, let's say nine yards of snow. Couldn't get within cheatin' distance of anyplace I needed to go. Got my workout at the business end of a shovel and then met some new folks as we formed impromptu vehicular bobsled teams, pushing cars out of drifts, and then watching them go a-swooning down the snowgutter streets.

Meanwhile, the best full moon of the year stayed clamped shut behind endless miles of uniform gray prison clouds.

I needed sun. Heat. Sin.

And then I remembered Nina.