Friday night, I got home at 4:37am. And not because I was out partying and being cool. I was at work dealing with breaking news and the West Coast. Dreams. But, when I got home, I found a package from my mother full of lovely treats. And all was well.

Today, I didn’t blog because I was swamped at work–shoots, planning shoots etc. Dreams. And when I got home, I found that the hot water and heat in my building had NOT been restored (they’ve been out since Saturday) which means I’ll have dirty hair tomorrow. For my shoot in the Elle Magazine fashion closet. Yep. Dreams.