I don’t know how you east coasters do it. It’s cold!! I got off the plane and the air went strait through my Chucks, and all the way up to my taint. After three days I don’t know if I’m getting used to it as much as going numb. I also mis my big, fluffy boy. He’s at doggy sleep-away school. He’s going to be able to come, stay, mix a cocktail, and man the bbq once he’s done. Are you going to have another dog? Dogs have been so much a part of your life. I imagine your answer would be “eventually”. Again, my heart goes out to you for that. It’s strange being here on this film when I’m not the producer. I’m the studio guy, the exec, the suit (in Diesel jeans and Chucks). I don’t know everyone and I don’t serve much of a purpose, other than to keep things from spiraling. I don’t really like it. Perhaps it’s something I will grow to like. Or maybe I never will and I’ll have to go back to producing. For now I like the stability. I finally have the nest all feathered and ready. Eye on the prize, Throne. Anywho… I hope you’re well and warm. X