Wearing: An oversized Penn sweatshirt; the pink polarfleece Bridget stole from my mom years ago; a black turtleneck (yes, I own a turtleneck – I’m from Connecticut); and two pairs of multi-colored discontinued fleece socks (my mom’s Chanukah gift of choice.)
Watching: The blank, powerless TV, hoping that I can somehow will it to channel my DVRed 30 Rock episodes
Listening to: The Peco workers, who muttered something about a “transformer” and “wires” and said we might have power in a few hours
Baking: Nothing, due to the lack of a working oven. Even though I ran out to get eggs for pear bread at 5 p.m.
And occasionally venturing out into the second blizzard of the week, hoping the coffee shop down the street is still open. Because I firmly believe that the only thing that can make a cold and dark and quiet night like this bearable is a cafe au lait and a good lemon square.