And I don’t have a fire. But I do have my pretty tree. And my new rug. Unfortunately, I do have places to go, but I still say, ‘Let it snow!’

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Last night, after a particularly ghastly night at work (I say that like I was doing surgery or something–well, now that I think about it, I did do surgery, just on television sequences, not people), I decided to walk home to get some fresh air and burn off some energy. And as I passed through the tree stand at 81st and Columbus, I took a deep breath, inhaling the pine in my nostrils, and thought, you know, life is pretty okay.