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Big hurry ~ no time to stop. Off to New York for a quickie holiday, where I hear the weather is delightful this time of year. It seems my lovely and talented sister-in-law Kim has business in the city and, perhaps unwisely, has invited me meet up with her there. When I hesitated, having begun to adapt quite nicely to my new life as a melancholic shut-in, she cheerfully reminded me that life is not a dress rehearsal, and we should seize our opportunities as they come. Point taken.

So off I go, in California-girl winter finery (short jacket and sunglasses, trendy scarf and boots that have never known so much as a drop of rain or unkind word) all designed primarily to ward off the chill of air-conditioning and frosted barware.

I will attempt to be helpful. I will succeed in enjoying myself. I will endeavor to entice her into being just a wee bit wicked. I guarantee one of us will.

Just checked. Today's temperature ~ 31 degrees. Tomorrow's ~ 17! Carpe diem, baby.