Except for me, the streets were deserted this morning. I was out as it hit 32, then 31. Except for the distant occasional roar from the interstate, it was Zombieland. No insects, no wind, just the subtle recreation of the inside of a fridge.

I love the deadness of the air and how excruciatingly subtle the sounds carry. There were no sirens until 4:32, which is unusual. I suspect everyone was inside curled up instead of burning the midnight oil.

The sky was clear so I watched for meteors.