As this weekend's blizzard started piling up more than twice the predicted amount (Central Park ended up with 26.8 inches), a rare calm settled across the city.
We don't have a sidewalk to shovel or a car to dig out, so a snow day is the perfect excuse to do anything - or nothing at all.
As the snow fell/blew around on Saturday morning, we put on our snow boots and trekked a few blocks to one of our favorite diners, Midnight Express. We go there often enough that the servers know our coffee order (regular for Scott, decaf for me), and settled in to enjoy breakfast and watch the snowfall - and periodic white-out.
Eager to tick an Oscar movie off our must-see list, we then headed to one of the cinemas within two blocks of our apartment. (Others had the same idea, with two dozen people huddled under the awning waiting for the box office to open.)
We chose "Spotlight" - a great film with an even better ensemble cast (I am especially partial to movies that portray journalists as heroes).
Mid-afternoon, the mood struck to bake. After finding a box of yellow cake mix in the cupboard, I whipped up a yellow butter cake with homemade cream cheese frosting made with Philly Cream Cheese - reminiscent of our wedding cake from eight and a half years ago.
We spent the rest of the day catching up on DVR'd shows, doing a bit of work in our office and getting ready for my Valentine gift TV tour that kicks off on Wednesday.
As the snow started to wind down late Saturday night, Scott - who keeps a much firmer grip on his iPhone than I do - reached out our 15th floor window to capture our view.