We sit, stupefied by the cold outside, in front of the giant television, gratified by the nearby burrowing rescues, awaiting the weather decree. It’s almost single digits outside and my doomy self pities the foxes and turkeys, the only neighbors I love with abandon. Then an ad for Midnight Run flashes by, a movie from the nineties, and I realize that I have played girlfriend to both Joe Pantoliano and Robert DeNiro and that fact just makes me laugh and the song from Follies bangs into my head and I’m still here. Somehow.