I am by no means a hard core political junkie. In fact, I pay little attention to the presidential candidates until maybe 3 months out. I don't watch the news. I don't read the paper. I do get something called "The Skimm" which is a great news summary with a sense of humor, about a page long Monday thru Friday. Highly recommend it. (http://www.theskimm.com/?r=a115abbd) And I am fairly active on Social Media, especially Facebook, so things creep through.

Everyone in my family is a fan, perhaps too big a fan, of the snooze button. Perhaps it is inherited. The problem makes me very aware of potential technological solutions.

  As I wrote about last week, I am a horrible patient. While I am very conscientious about going for my annual check-ups with my internist and gynecologist as well as my annual mammography, I rarely follow up with anything else. I am sharing my recent experience in the hope that, perhaps, I help someone else.  

Eve is in Puerto Rico. We facetimed yesterday. She was standing on the beach in the ocean with some kind of colorful cocktail, me in over a foot of snow with a beer. My plans to go to Brooklyn and then to see a movie were snuffed out.  

1 inch of snow in D.C. compares with 6 inches here in NY which compare with 3 feet in Buffalo.   Having lived in Buffalo for 4 years and experienced a winter storm where 192" fell, the one passing through our area today that they've named Jonas, in my mind, is cute. By my estimation we'll get around 6-10 inches. Not a big deal for me.  

Last week we visited Cuba for 6 days.  It was my first visit, but back in the day my Damon Runyon character dad was a frequent gambling visitor to Havana and was on the last flight out in the final moments of Castro's revolution.

It started with a little tickle... (or was it a little scratch?) in my throat. Ignore it. Within an hour, there was no denying. It was my winter cold 2016.

With the recent spate of deaths; Bowie, Rickman, Margulies, Frey, and now I've just heard of Bowie's drummer Griffin, founding member of Mott the Hoople,  passed away on Monday, I find myself getting melancholy. I know that as we get older, time moves faster and statistically more deaths occur. Also, as I become more and more present and conscious, I am more aware of mortality. Sandy Denny, talented British composer and folksinger, wrote a beautiful song that I find soothing: Who Knows Where the Time Goes?