Well, it appears we've lost contact with Kelli, which means either a) she's succumbed to the cold, which, without even a bikini to keep her warm during the coldest cold snap in the whole history of the world, would be tragic but not altogether unexpected, or b) some mishap has befallen her carrier pigeon, who has been her sole contact with the outside world, you'll remember, for almost a week now.
For the record, I would like to make clear that despite pleas from my daughters who, with school cancelled, naturally wanted to fly to Cancun, and my own desire to be a good dad and humour them, I said "No! What is most important at this time is to keep the airways clear and uncluttered for Kelli's little pink-footed Hermes," and we flew to Cape Town instead. So rather than hang the demise of the poor bird like an albatross about my neck, Texans should perhaps look closer to home for a culprit.
Not accusing anyone in particular…
