Although it was really pretty outside with the snow and the occasionally-still-snowing.
Frank wasn't around for a meeting, of course.
Got lunch, got groceries, went home, watched a couple episodes off the TNG DVDs. Wow, that show really devolves into farcical soap opera sometimes. Not that it isn't still kind of entertaining.
It's no fun when my hands are really cold and I can't play piano worth crap because of massively increased muscle latency. Argh.