Metro-North trains aren’t running (“temporarily suspended“) so I’m stuck in Connecticut. The snow has stopped but the wind chill is around ten degrees and the 40 mph to 50 mph winds are painful and blinding. It’s Klondike time. You could die out there. I’m dying of boredom in here. I left my Keith Richards autobiography in Brooklyn. I’m DVD’d and Bluray-ed out. But the roads are semi-negotiable so there’s always the exploration aspect.