Drip, drip, drip, sniff. Yes, that would be the sound my nose makes as I come in the door after walking from the subway a mere two blocks away. It is so cold outside, a rip roaring 21F degrees, that I seriously considering not going out for the entire weekend. Haha, I know that is impossible as I have to be over near Terminal 5 in Manhattan in an hour or so. Best thing about that is Terminal 5 is basically on the Hudson River so not only will it be cold but the wind off the river should basically snap me in half. I really shouldn’t complain not when I can go to the GAP and get sweaters for 50% off or maybe get a new coat. My winter coat from last year was hardly used and the shell isn’t even at my house. Hey B, I need to get that back from you sometime soon; I am sure it is stuffed in your closet somewhere. I know you will read this eventually. Not much to do this holiday season and I think that could be a good thing, but damn I get another year older next Tuesd...