The snow started around 6 pm; it was wet, mushy, seemingly incapable of being a blizzard (Those weatherpeople always exaggerate about these things.) But over the hours, it began to stick, it began to accumulate. Now the branches of the trees look magical with white snow. (They say it’s going to be 20 inches.)

At Madarts in the South Slope, where my friends Roxanna and Elizabeth had pieces in a show of work based on figure drawing, there was an art opening.

There was a huge crowd there. Huge for anytime. But especially for a snowy Brooklyn night. Met some nice people. Had a glass of wine in a plastic cup.

Roxanna, Ed, and I walked home down Fifth Avenue in the snow. Stopped in at Perch, child-friendly cafe-by-day, cocktail lounge by night. The bartender, Chris B, suggested some incredible scotch, I forget the name.

Buzzed. We walked home in the snow. Barely felt the cold. The trees looked incredible. Walking up Third Street in the snow, the wind was gathering speed.

Son watching Mash on television. Daughter asleep. Husband sick with the the same cold I’ve had all week.

He’s been wearing the black polka dotted bathrobe he never wears. He must really be sick.

They played great music at the bar.