No snow in sight, at least for the next week.  I am supposed to go to Miami for a conference the week after next and I’m willing to bet that it will snow the day of my flight.

Took my team to dinner last night for a belated holiday meal.  We all had a good laugh when we realized that the youngest person on my staff, who is 23, hadn’t seen, let alone heard of, “When Harry Met Sally” (my colleague’s impossibly convoluted order caused us all to think of the classic scene in Katz’s Deli).

The conversation made me feel old.  Very, very old.  Because that movie came out when I was 20 years old.  Depressing thought.  Can I stop the clock?  At least for a little while?