Back by popular demand (Okay, it was me who demanded it, but I’m popular. With me, at least.), here’s the view from my hotel window here in Colorado Springs.

Yes, kids, that’s real snow. And when I took this picture it was real cold — my sliding glass door to my balcony was frozen shut and I had to break the ice loose to open it. And, yes, I was in my underwear. The sight of it sparked a mass exodus from the hotel across the way.

I’m set up in the conference room here in the Colorado Springs offices, where they just wrapped up a Sales meeting a little while ago. The table is still littered with detritus from the meeting, including a freshly baked carrot cake still in its pan.

My co-worker Chris and I were thinking of having a piece until someone pointed out to us that it’s … not quite “right.” The outer edges are the sort of carrot cake-y goodness you’d expect, but the center — the thickly frosted center, mind you — is still soupy and raw. It’s a puddin’ cake.

Um… No thanks.