are being carried on in the apartment block at the back of my Boston MLA hotel. Understandably, given that it's freezing cold, most people seem to be spending the evening in (watching TV, and at the same time on their iPads - the insights into modern urban life that this window selection gives!). They are also cooking, doing weights, hurling themselves onto (an empty) bed, standing talking and gesticulating, and wandering around aimlessly in their underwear. And those are the ones who haven't drawn their blinds. No one, yet, has murdered their wife - at least, not when I've been watching.
I'll say it again: it's freezing cold. Why my hat is sitting by the front door back in New Mexico, I don't know.