The symbolism of making another pot of coffee runs deep in our house. It is like asking for a do-over. Scratch those last couple of hours, and let us try again. We are snowed in deep here on the South Shore of Massachusetts. I was celebrating last night when the news came, but the cheers were thin this morning when I had seen a few too many sour expressions before business hours. However, we are on pot number three and things seem to be looking up. Reading, sewing, baking are on the forecast, with a timely borrowed jigsaw from a friend.