I'm listening to Nick Cave and it's snowing outside... ...and for some reason, I'm looking up images of Mozart. Franky is in Indiana and I'm home alone for the night. Tomorrow I catch a train to Springfield. Until then, I'll continue with my Nick Cave. I'll glance miserly out the window at the accumulating snow. I'll browse for more Mozarts... And I'll reread the love note Franky left me.