Eee Gads, it’s cold here. It was 15 BELOW ZERO at 9:00 am, and my car hardly started at 10:45. By dinner, I was nesting—cold, and still trying to fight my way out of a bit of depression—inside my apartment, too lazy to go out and get any food.

When I last lived alone, and in this building, I think Pizza Luce hadn’t yet—or had just barely—opened its St. Paul doors.

I guess luckily for me, that has changed. I ordered a vegan soy cheese, mushroom and black olive pizza to come to me.

This might be dangerous. I teach and have classes late every night this semester. I can totally see myself ordering pizzas as I drive home at night. And my pants are already a little tight from the gorging in New Mexico…