My internet stopped working sometime during the night, presumably because Charter spent too much on mailing me digital phone offers every three days and ran out of money for electricity. Also during the night, Missoula got about six inches of snow on top of the eight we already had, so I am snowed in. Lacking both home Internet and the means to escape said home, I live as a nineteenth-century flaneur, painstakingly tapping out this record of my consciousness on my cell phone. Do you hear me, Charter? I already have a phone, and also your service guy is late. Maybe we’ll be back tomorrow with actual blog, or maybe we’ll die for lack of cat videos. We will certainly miss a valuable work day, to say nothing of our workout regimen. Pity me for the shut-in I am.