Ain’t it pretty? That’s what I left yesterday afternoon, to board a plane in Denver where we were informed—after the doors closed—that we would maybe land in Missoula and maybe Kalispell, and maybe not take off at all, but the important thing was that United would not provide us with amenities in any case. Then I arrived in Missoula to snow and, this morning, 19 degrees. Oh, for my beloved amenities. I have to make one million deadlines today, so why don’t you read Ezra Klein’s explanation of why time is the enemy of immigration reform. We’ve gone Ezra Klein crazy around here. Also regular crazy, plus tired and maybe a sinus infection. But the important thing is that it’s really, really cold.