I'm sitting in our Baltimore office on the fourth floor of a beautiful historic building. The blinds are up, and I'm watching flurries float down in the grey of winter. A lovely scene that I'm sure I'd appreciate much more if I wasn't so darn cold... I arrived at work this morning to a near-empty building, a single coworker hanging around to tell folks that the heat is broken, and that most of our publishing crew has headed down to the local coffee shop, Donna's, to get warm. I've spent my morning shivering over a quickly cooling cup of coffee as a pounded out my article for Taipan Insider for tomorrow. I figured I'd wait it out. They said they were fixing the heat, but that was about two and a half hours ago, and now my fingers feel like they've been making snowballs for, well, for about two and a half hours. This must be what it feels like in Eastern Europe right about now. Gas from Russia is still not flowing right, after 19 days. There's a deal on the table that all parties are expected to sign, if their cold hands can grip a pen. Right now, it's 37 degrees in Prague, with a chance of snow tonight. It's 30 here in Baltimore, and as I've said, we've already got the flurries... Stay warm, folks.