Even with my nose just above the water, I can sense the chill in the room, the bite in the air that I carried with me from my morning greeting, shivering on the porch in the muted sunshine, and it hangs on me, the faint scent of pine and the kiss of frost, comfortingly familiar. I regained my balance today, launching into an evening full of television and trying to ramp up for four holiday weekends in a row.