This is what I woke up to in Philly yesterday, and contemplated delaying the next leg of The Making Lemonade Road Tour for a day or two. I really hate snow, as pretty as it can be, because it’s so damned cold. Between my neck injury and 13 years living at the beach in North Carolina, I’ve become terribly sensitive to the cold. But the skies cleared by noon, and I was headed south to meet with a client about a shoot on Monday in the DC area, and, as I mentioned, the cold.

I’d gotten the oil changed and the coolant flushed and other winterizations done the day before, and I lit out about lunchtime, saying goodbye to my daughter and her fiance, Luna their new cuddly puppy, and my ten-year-old golden retriever, Shakespeare.