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When we first returned on February 5, on time and just before midnight, it was hard to avoid feeling a sense of malice in the cold. Cold steals heat and the narrowness of our band of comfort was never clearer than when I went running out our carry-ons to the car. Fortunately, Alex had offered to pick us up and drive us home, and not fall asleep at the wheel, but spend the night in Canandaigua. Steve was our fall-back. Our baggage was delivered to us at home the following day and our return went like a charm, except it was back to the cold and grey.