I got back from the ballet at Lincoln Center about an hour ago. Barely. We’re getting a lot of snow in Manhattan, and it doesn’t look like it’ll be going anywhere any time soon, either.
I’m supposed to be lunching tomorrow with a blogger in the right-hand column, but at this point I’d say it’s no better than even money that she makes it to the Upper West Side. Should she bag me, I plan to stay right here and blog (after sleeping in, of course).
Memo to anybody who wants me to write anything today: no.