Portrait of "The Beast" by my wife, the Mina de Letras. We're on the Acela up the Northeast Corridor to Bwoston. Yes, the couple that blogs together slogs through the icy fog together:
Mom-in-law called from Jurassic S�o Paulo fearing we had been snowed in and turned cannibal. The worst you suffered in the city, assuming you didn't slip on black ice and bust your ass, was moderate delays on the 2-3 and 4-5 and the smell of your follow straphanger's soggy wool. Oh, and an hour of Internet outage, that was really the worst part. Got all shaky and itchy, nose was running.