Forecast: Cloudy and Cloudier

April is the cruelest month, T.S. Eliot said, but January must be the dullest and most enervating. I don't even feel like writing a parody of Eliot with which to mock January.

All I do is mope and look at Internets.

I wonder what became of all these guys, and the lady in the upper floor window? The building is apparently gone, and so are they, given that the photo was probably taken before 1920.

And what am I doing on the computer this time of night?