Boring, boring, boring

I am now safely in Boston. I have no 'net in Boston, unless I schlep down to the Starbucks. As Verizon thinks that it is reasonable to demand that I take a day off of work to get my phone line installed, I have no idea when I will have net. I haven't been spending my time cursing at them; I am rummaging through boxes. If anyone knows where my hand-knit wool socks are, please let me know. I think otherwise I'm going to find Mind's Eye Yarns, crouch behind the wool, and wimper a little. How did I forget that Boston is this cold, this early in the year?