Today is, in my most humble opinion, a perfect day: a projected high in the low 60s and rain forecasted.  It’s going to be cold, clammy, and miserable.  I love it.  This is why I live in my little corner of the country (and was the fourth generation to be born up here – it’s genetic).   It’s a perfect day for a cashmere wrap, coffee, writing, reading, and – best of all – leaving the curtains wide open to appreciate the skyline without sun pouring in and turning the loft into a greenhouse.

It’s also the day the damned painters are pressure washing our “drop” of the building.   Which means that, unless I want painters staring in at us, I still have to close the damn windows and curtains in the next hour.  So annoying – because who wants painters casing the joint or watching me do yoga in my PJs?  (Well.  Not that they want to see that, either.)

Day 2 of rebound headaches: nothing so far.  (I didn’t take anything yesterday, either – but had a killer headache by the end of the day.)