The cold has become quite bitter. The car's transmission gets worse and worse but I can't seem to remember to call the shop during hours. A calm, productive day at work. Trouble winding down at the end of the day. After the boys were asleep, Watt and I watched a show on "2001 in history" so many events that appear so much more chilling now in the light of 9/11. Just as they began to cover the discoveries immediately following 9/11, the t.v. reception went to snow. All stations. There's a jolt of adrenalin. Watt and I, children of the atomic age, immediately turned on the radio to test it's reception, which was fine. No nucleor holocaust tonight, dear, go to sleep.