Quick check in to a favorite spot. Snow storm, frigid temperatures, slightly aching back from blowing out long driveway with a determined, if ancient snow blower. This time last week, was soaking up sun and sea in a small beautiful place in Cuba. Technology, and air travel make spectacular transitions possible, and kind of easy these days. I see that parts of Australia are dealing with heat verging on 50C! I can't imagine. We get drowsy, grumpy and sweaty at 32C. It is our wall, beyond which civilized discourse segues into selfish comfort-seeking. Life is still good, though the challenges of my vice still dog me. Significant birthday coming soon: 70. Planning a trip to Italy with Irish friends. I guess I'm doing a lot of absorbing at the moment. I still feel 40ish. Which I gather is the norm for much ageing. All the best to you guys.