On my way in last night I was talking to my doorman, who asked me how I was liking the cooler weather. I told him I loved it, and he didn’t believe me - he had been expecting me to complain about the end of summer, which I guess everyone else has been doing. Now I guess the building staff have a third thing to put on their list for me: I’m the girl who always wears black, gets a lot of mail, and likes cold weather.