The snow is now expected to fall as low as 2000 feet, so we will be right at the edge of it. So far, there is only rain, and wind, and pavements gleaming with reflected light. I missed most of the day, sleeping late again after having been wakeful much of the morning. There is a lot of free-floating anxiety abroad right now. Every newscast and daily paper is fraught with it. It's as though a pebble has been cast into the pond of the world, the waves of its unexpected fall rippling out to perturb everything. Unable to see the stars from this cloud-shrouded place, I nevertheless know they are still there, oblivious, but equally trapped in the relentless regimen of matter in time. I'm not remembering whatever dreams I am having. Maybe that's good.