Tomorrow morning I had planned to swing by a symposium on publishing organized by Le Ministère de la Culture et de la Communication et le Centre National du Livre, featuring some bright lights from New York, most of whom I know, and then visit a class on social media, focusing on "social capital," my stock in trade, at the American University of Paris. However, my mother's flight has been delayed. Triste. So I'll be at my flat, sleeping in and waiting for the bell to ring. For a bit of cheer, here's a photo of me at a market in London last week, modeling my new fake fur hat.