The everlastingly below-zero weather is beginning to get to me. Up till now it has been good to hunker down and read books and occasionally get swamped in Scrabble by Ann. Now, however, a general lassitude has infected me. I putz around with this, and then go to another room and putz around with that, and feel a little like those poor zoo critters that pace back and forth in their cages. I have always liked winter and I still enjoy looking out the window at the endless snow-laden landscape, but I no longer have enough body fat to enable me to enjoy below-zero.