We're in the middle of our third nor'easter this month, and it's only the 13th. The National Weather Service has confirmed that it reached blizzard status in Boston, the nearest official station.

I was scheduled for PT this morning, but called the PT place yesterday afternoon to postpone. They may charge me $25 for the short notice, but I am hoping not: the buses are running, but everyone is saying "stay inside unless you have to travel," so the PT place may not even be open today.

I made us French toast for lunch, as is traditional—with challah, since I bought a loaf on Saturday at the Somerville Winter Farmers Market (which I heartily recommend: Saturday mornings at the Armory on Highland Avenue, through April 14), along with more Hudson's golden gem apples.