I’m resigned to the fact that I’m drinking my coffee this morning in a cheery red reindeer cup despite the fact that it’s supposed to be seventy degrees today. I have even started to think about Christmas shopping already, despite my best efforts to ignore all the premature holiday cheer engulfing Manhattan. Damn you, capitalism!

Chris is away for the rest of the week, so I’ll be having wild parties every night until he comes home. I’m just kidding, of course - I would never have a wild party. I prefer a tasteful, muted soirée. Honest.