Day whatever. There's snow outside. Not the Dubuque kind of snow, the kind that starts falling on Thanksgiving and the very same snow is still there on Easter, under lots of other snow. I am going to be brave and get out of my apartment, into my car, and go over to a friend's house for lunch. She's got a pot of soup on the stove. I have a box of snack crackers and a package of cookies which I discovered last night -- both bought for the Christmas holidays and both put in a place that I had been overlooking. And, as of last night, both gotten into because, let's face it, the season of snacking never really ends.