TT: Watching the weather

Mrs. T and I are flying back to New York tomorrow afternoon–or so we hope. We’ve been watching the news of the Great Christmas Blizzard of 2010 from a very safe distance, and I can’t begin to tell you how relieved we are not to have been on the move yesterday.
A week in Smalltown, U.S.A., has slowed my mental clock down to a comfortable crawl. I don’t have any more deadlines to hit until 2011, and I’m profoundly grateful for that as well. Instead of hammering away at the MacBook, I’ve been spending time with my mother, brother, sister-in-law, and spouse, opening presents and eating casseroles and doing dishes. Mom, Mrs. T, and I watch a movie every night (the week’s fare has included Mildred Pierce, The Bishop’s Wife, and The Great Escape) and sleep late every morning.
I could get used to this, except that, of course, I can’t. My real life beckons: I have a show to see on Saturday and a review to file the next morning. Snow or no snow, the merry-go-round awaits me, and I guess I won’t be sorry to get up on the horse again–but I suspect it won’t be long before I start to miss the deep white peace of our happy, uneventful week in Smalltown.