My dog died. I've been sad. This winter has sucked. Brad said that if our first winter in Boulder was like this one, we would have moved to the Bay Area. I've been living in my pajamas and eating lots of macaroni and cheese, and hiding out from polite society -- not in a Ted Kaczynski way, but in an Emily Dickinson way. I'm sure I'll come out of hiding when the sun shines again.