There was all this STUFF I wanted to accomplish, all this pressure, all this panic. Be something, do something, keep moving. And then the past few weeks have been so hard — and actually, I can’t do much of anything, for once.

Sometimes you just have to give in. Like when I visited D.C. before Christmas and a snowstorm whalloped the entire city. I had plans — a show, friends, meetings, museums. But the storm wiped the agenda clean. It’s something I’ve always loved about snow storms. They are a relatively benign mandate to stay inside, limit your horizons, cross everything off the to-do list and make some hot chocolate. And so, on a grander scale, that is what I am doing.