1) Whaaaaaat . . . does the saying go that once it happens twice it’s a tradition? One “tradition” I’m eager to nip in the bud is getting a cold the first week of December. I was just about to start whining about everything I had to miss over the weekend, and then stopped. (You’re welcome.) but last year I caught a bad cold at a memorial service in time for it to finish up at Repeal Day, and this year I caught a cold in time for it to be well-started for Repeal Day, and I am done if that’s the way it’s gonna be from now on.
1a) The solution: a big pot of chikhirtma, which I’ll be eating on until at least Wednesday. Chicken soup’s the best thing for a cold, yes?!
2) Thanks to the miracle of the Yewtybbe, I have finally seen all of Myra Breckinridge, and all I can say is, it’s no wonder Gore Vidal had his name removed from the picture.
3) When you write about etiquette, it feels worse when you make a faux pas yourself. So even with a cold, I was horrified to discover a short string of “Where are you?” texts. I completely missed a dinner at the home of a friend tonight. He and the other guests, mutual friends, were all very understanding, which is beautiful, but I am less so.