Some mornings I have a really good gym workout, sweaty and muscley and good, and then when I get out it’s snowing and I walk home with my face toward the sky, all the better to catch snow with, especially if mouth is open singing The Sounds’s exquisitely catchy, drum-a-licious “Seven Days a Week.” Seven days a week, every minute of the day, oh-whoa-oh-ho-oh, whoa-oh-ho-oh, I’ve been thinkin about you, whatcha been up to. . .