
I woke up early this morning, around 4:15, and discovered that we had run out of heating oil. The temperature inside had dropped from 68F to 61. Right now it’s 45F. I’m waiting delivery of more oil, but in the meantime it’s in the low 20s outside, with fresh snow everywhere.
Somewhere between here and there, someone hundreds of miles away may or may not be dying. And not to put too fine a point on things, but all I could think of was listening to “Dead of Winter.” Really, could there be anything more apt at the moment?
That is why I like the Eels.




