Holy cow. This is bad.

Through work, I sort of vaguely know people in New Delhi—and I knew things were hairy, there, but... there are sixteen hundred people dead. Wrap your head around that number. That's one WTC tower's worth of dead folks. Dead for the want of firewood and blankets, or even (in many cases) of four solid walls and a roof.

Nobody I know is freezing to death, of course—these are IT professionals, with I'm sure, nice apartments—but I doubt any of them have central heating, either: and why should they? New Delhi, at 28° North latitude, is firmly subtropical, and usually wouldn't get much below 60F° even in the dead of its nominal winter.

So I feel for them. I mean, we're looking at 25 below zero tonight, but we live in New England fa chrissakes—we knew what we were getting into. Freaky chillsville straight outta the Himalayas—hells no; that weren't in the contract.