Home now, from company's annual business meeting and general out-of-townness. (Given that we all telecommute, the location of the meeting floats from year to year. This year it was in Disney World.)
Am cold. The furnace appears to be dead -- it sort of runs a little, if I reset it, but it shortly appears to notice that the igniters are not igniting the incoming gas, at which point it appropriately gives up. Someone should be coming to fix it tomorrow, my landlady says.
There is much to talk about, but I am jet-lagged and sleepy and will talk about it tomorrow. Feel free to poke me in the comments section here if I don't get around to it!
Sleep now. (With lots of covers; it's 50 degrees in here!)