I was certainly hoping for more snow. Not because it would do the city any favors…30 inches would have been much more chaotic than the 8 or so that we got…but because I just wanted to see all the hype materialize.

I'm long since past the days of reading textbooks, so I confess that the thought of reading for anything other than pleasure causes panic and painful flashbacks. I kid, I kid.

Well, it's over. Monopoly has officially booted the Iron game piece in favor of--inexplicably--a cat.

Yesterday I received an anonymous note in my mailbox at work. The intrigue! It came in an interoffice envelope and was simply a print-out of this blog post from late December.

I knew this would be a phenomenal book just by reading the description, and not just because I'm an introvert. But especially because I'm an introvert.