By the time you read this, I’ll likely be out-and-about again, after sweating out a highly aggravating bout of snowed-in, beach bungalow fever. I got some art and writing done but I mainly paced around looking outside at the glittering surface of snowdrifts, indicating it was colder out there than a conversation with the IRS. Hey, I just got my 2016 W2s.

To pass time, I ate piles of popcorn. Popcorn is perfect if you’re hungry for a few hundred of something.