Eve is in Puerto Rico. We facetimed yesterday. She was standing on the beach in the ocean with some kind of colorful cocktail, me in over a foot of snow with a beer. My plans to go to Brooklyn and then to see a movie were snuffed out.

I spent my day eating a lot, watching about ten episodes of Shameless and the snow pile towards the top of the stone wall outside my living room window. For one of those epidoses I rode my stationary bike, at least getting some exercise.

My kids called and asked if I was lonely all day stuck inside by myself. No, I wasn't.  I had the Gallagher family to watch all day. And plenty of beer. It was a good day after all.