It’s a cold, rainy Saturday afternoon. I am piled up on my bed with the comforter, a little dog and a cat. The old dog is next to me on the floor. The pink camelias are bumping against the window. A good cup of Red Rose. I am watching “Midnight in Paris” on my tummy for the 20th time. But I had to press pause for just a minute to say that it just doesn’t get much sweeter than this.