Snow

The city is always quiet at this hour but there's something about this cold basement and the snow outside that makes the stillness more overpowering. I'm not a great fan of snow. I don't like to drive in it. I don't like to walk in it. All those years in warm LA, no doubt. I prefer 90 degrees to 30. I get energized by heat, not cold. For me to like snow, I need a fireplace, a window, and a hot buttered rum, and two out of three won't do.

But here I am, stuck in it, which makes a perfect opportunity for spending most of the day editing the new journal. This seems to be the ticket for the next several days. And with two computers, I can work on the other while rendering video, which takes forever. Make some progress on my writing projects (the non-video ones) for a change.

When can I get the five shots I need to finish the mockumentary?