It is cold here in New York. Very cold. And sometimes windy, just to make it a little bit worse. When I take my son, Josef, to catch his school bus in the morning, I am freezing, despite being bundled up in wool and down from head to toe. Josef doesn’t seem to care as much, probably because he is in jumping mode pretty much from the time he gets up in the morning to when he goes to bed at night. No idea where he gets his energy. When I pick him up from school, I see the whole class bouncing, so I guess we all were like that at age five. For me, this cold weather usually means VERY dry hands, especially after I wear wool gloves for a while. I get dry,...