No production this week at the publications I work at, which is very considerate of them as I dearly need time to take care of my own business, and get my Christmas cards and packages moving. Of course, I don't get paid while there's no production, but sometimes it's a balancing act.
It is very strange to hear of the west coast blanketed in snow and ice, while here in the east, we have early-summer-like temperatures, rising to 17 Celsius by Thursday. I would sit back and enjoy it if I weren't terrified at the abnormality of it. In 50 years, I'll have long shuffled off the mortal coil but what about the children -- will they be living under glass domes because the powers that be just keep on polluting the atmosphere? I hope not, I pray not.