Happy New Year!
Here in the East we were greeted with 22" of snow a week before Christmas. Mercifully it subsided enough by the big day as to not intrude on the familial yuletide festivities and the myriad holiday parties that followed. The snow is now a memory but the new blast of arctic air is chilling me to the bone. Being a long time motorcyclist I naturally abhor winter. Day after day of sub-freezing temperatures with no end in sight (well, April) doesn't help my spirits. As if that weren't enough I have the mother of all colds which started on Sunday and now I am staring at the prospect of another creative cold start. All of this is by way of an explanation of why there is no new work yet. I hope to shake this cold soon. Meanwhile I am spending time bundled up in a blanket watching cd reruns of Julia Child's "The French Chef." Since my sense of smell is gone I might as well vicariously enjoy Boeuf Bourguignon, Bouillabaisse a la Marseillaise and Tripes a al Mode. (Well maybe not that last thing) Bon Appetit!