Girl scout

I forgot to mention that I got to tag along on a LOCATION SCOUT this weekend! Weirdly, our esteemed director, a lifelong son of California, seemed impervious to the cold, He romped around like a merry polar bear while I shivered like a Chihuahua in the drifts. So much for hardy Midwestern genes.

Most baby writers don't get to observe stuff like this up close, so I feel exceedingly lucky.