It's snowy and beautiful in Peekskill on the Hudson. It snowed all night and we awoke to a veritable winter wonderland. Little Sophie, the indomitable vizsla, couldn't wait to get out and nose around in the fluff, then couldn't wait to shake it off and sidle her jitterbugging body up to the first available radiator. Just tuned into John Platt on FUV and caught Red Molly in mid-gospel. A glorious way to begin the day, any day, but especially a Sunday. Coffee's brewing, Halle's getting ready to venture out to a friend's baby shower down in our old stomping grounds in Queens and I'm preparing to read friend Hans Friedrich's play "Master Betty" Child Thespian for a staged reading tomorrow. Life's pretty good. Oh the money's drying up and the bills are coming due, taxes are on the horizon and work's come to a virtual stop, but life is good. Just needed to say it.