You might think there would be a celebration of springtime, but baby it’s cold outside. There’s a storm front coming. I don’t expect it to be hot in the city, but seriously. Daniel said the other day “It’s just another day in paradise,” but he’s crazy. “Don’t speak!,” I tell him. “You don’t want to be starting something. How will I know when it’s over?” This winter wonderland is like a song that doesn’t end; the day that never comes. Makes me want to scream.