Boston had its first snow flurries of the season today, not that they amounted to anything. They were very tentative — almost conceptual, in fact, given that they disappeared even before they hit the ground.
It's cold outside and chilly within. I'm drinking cocoa after trying and failing to get our last storm window to go down. (I will soon be driven to get busy with a box of Mor-Tite putty on our drafty old windows.)
So here's my plan: 2014 will be the year that I finally learn to turn the Aerolatte drink mixer OFF before I remove it from the cocoa.