Yesterday I caught up on sleep and laid around all afternoon. Then in the evening I went to Mr. Love & Squalor's birthday party, which was a bit unnerving as we'd only met the once, but I'm so glad I did. He notably left his own soiree twice on my account, once to show me the roof and the smashing view, and then to walk me to a cab 'round midnight. Color me impressed. Right now it's Sunday night and there's a thunder and lightning storm in New York. Maybe it almost feels like spring. Doesn't it?