In case you live in the South or Southern California, you may never have the experience of waiting for a blizzard. Many years ago, when I was a child in Houston, weather forecasting was not a science, and we didn’t get much advance warning about hurricanes and storms. Now they warn us several days in advance. We watch the forecasts to see if the track of the storm changed. We shop to stock up a few meals. We watch and wait. It is supposed to arrive in New York City tonight after midnight. Today was a beautiful, sunny day. Hard to believe that in a few hours the white stuff will blanket the city.

So what do you do? First, you walk the dog. She’s 80 pounds and very frisky. She loves snow. She burrows in, puts her face in it, rolls in it. For her, it’s a champagne bath. Well, that’s tomorrow.

Tonight, I watched a fascinating show on PBS about Justice Scalia and one of his law clerks, who completely disagreed with his beliefs. I don’t know if it is based on a true story. The writing was brilliant. What a great clash of ideas and principles it was. I recommend it to you if it is repeated. Maybe if enough Republicans watched, they won’t cut the funding for the Corporation for Public Broadcasting.

I bought the fixings to make chicken soup tomorrow when the blizzard is howling.

I hope that everyone has a shelter tomorrow.