Here's the family chariot, sitting across the street, in the snow, parked by the curb. And there it shall stay until the skies are done dumping snow upon us.

I took that picture at about 3 p.m.; I'll check later this afternoon or tomorrow morning to see if it's worth posting a comparison shot.

The chimps are chattering at the front window, waiting for the snowplow to rumble past again.

Snowbound, I'm sitting on the floor, leaning against the coffee table, scouring the Internet, blogging. Which makes being snowbound very much like having a busted back -- because this is all I've been doing for well over a month now.

Which reminds me: I've got a few things I want to say about the quality of late night television. I'm gonna get my thoughts together on that...