Every time I look up, it’s either snowing or not. I look up a great deal, so this is weather at its whimsical best. I put on layers & cleaned off the car. I don’t need to drive anywhere, but I thought it will be easier to clean when I do have to drive. The New York Times on-line, with its videos & photo essays, occupied me for much of the morning. I found out the New York fashionistas are Olympic watchers, which makes sense, because the Olympics are also about style and grace under pressure.
I’ve been reading Lynne Sharon Schwartz’ The Fatigue Artist. It’s quiet yet acutely rebellious as well. One of the nicest relationships is between the narrator and her step-daughter. Hollywood should do a movie of Balancing Act, Lynne’s hilarious novel. Nora Ephron could direct.