February 6, 2007 in Washington DC: highs somewhere in the 20s, with wind-chill somewhere in the bleakest pits of Satan's wine-cellar.
Came home to frozen pipes, which immediately justified ordering Chinese. Kung Pao makes a plumbing crisis go down with dignity.....or does it? Washington Gas advises us to crank the furnace, warm up the pipes, and leave all the taps dripping. It all resembles living in Syracuse a bit too much.
The final insult? No fortune cookies in the bag. Damn them all.