Lovely work night at MoMA with Publication Studio, where we revelled in the gaffe that I made (Portland, Oregon vs. Maine) that led straight to one of the most beautiful connections of my life. Now at home, I'm still swanning about in my red sweetheart dress complete with crinoline: swish, swish, swish. Packed for London in ten minutes, my sister, at first, "Are you sure you want to do that after cocktails?" –– soon after, mightily impressed. I have it down to a carry-on, formalwear and all, per usual. Sure, sacrifices must be made. I'll fish the pounds out of the cookie jar, and then I'm off to dreamland, and England tomorrow for a week.