New York City is freezing.

I am never cold and my daily walk in Central Park this past Saturday took my breath away.

The good news is weather never stops New Yorkers.

With no amazing theatrical production to see along with lackluster art exhibits we improvised and worked out, had a divine spa pedicure and massage and then enjoyed a leisurely late lunch at our neighborhood sushi bar.

We then stopped by a new bakery for a cortado and fig tart.

With time to spare we did a deep dive into the new Paramount streaming series, Landman, with the outlandishly fabulous Billy Bob Thornton and binged until midnight. This show is compelling.

We woke on Super Sunday to a beautiful white landscape.

A walk in the park proved to be exhilarating.

The game was as stimulating as seeing Agent Orange in the stands with Ivanka…the halftime show, Tom Brady, the commercials all sucked.

Worst Super Bowl that I can recall.

Onward to baseball spring training and March Madness.