A guy just knocked on our door wanting us to sign something that said the train traffic out back is unchanged from a year ago. Something about a real estate disclosure (his unit's on the market).→[More:]

I wish I had video'd the whole thing. Mrs chewie answered the door, talked a minute, then he came in. Here's the scene: I'm sitting in our TV cave, which has a single string of xmas lights still up, a fan blowing on our elderly beloved yellow lab, Jeopardy's on, and I'm under a blanket with a Georgia Tech knit cap on and my hoodie over that.

The guy didn't bat an eye. I signed his paper and he left, only to knock again to let us know one of our cats escaped into the main hall and was wandering around.

Such is the excitement in the capital city this Wednesday evening.