Meh.

I was all ready to write about how a lot of people in New York like to whine, inspired by a woman who whined about having her two older kids home from school (it's at the end of the article), but siince you need a free NY Times membership to read it, here's the excerpt:

"I think the kids definitely should have gone to school," said Jennifer Hopkins of Brooklyn, who has two girls in Public School 154, and a 6-month-old daughter. "It's hard to be cooped up in the house with all of them."

The space problem was not her only complaint. There was also the time problem.

"You're normally home just with the baby, who takes a nap, so you have a chance for a cup of coffee and to relax," she said.

Yesterday, there was sledding in Prospect Park for an hour or so � but only an hour or so. "The rest of the day," Ms. Hopkins said, "you have to keep coming up with indoor activities to do to keep them from killing each other."

Oh, come on lady. It's one day. Get over it. Some mother. Anyway, I was all ready to write about that, but I've lost interest.

I also was going to write about an observation on guys going by "Rick" � that is, not "Richard" or "Rich," but I'm withholding judgment on "Dick" � who run strip clubs. The one we went to for Matt's bachelor party � the only one worthwhile in Seattle, I'm told � was called Rick's, as is Houston's No. 2-rated club by one person's report (it's a long blog entry, but go down below the Wednesday, 1:30 p.m. update and down to the bottom for a list of the best of Houston).

But I've lost some interest.

So we got a foot of snow overnight Tuesday and had a jolly fun time digging out of all that crap, but our driveway and sidewalk are practically snow-and-ice free! It's amazing. And we've got these awesome, stalactite-worthy icicles hanging off our roof and dripping down the side of our house. I should have taken a picture this morning to scan in ... in three weeks when I finally develop the film.

I've spent most of today reading tons of stuff online, particularly all of Bill Simmons' blog entries from Houston.

As a result, I've got little to say myself.