Coffee delivered to my bedside table and a hug from my hilarious, curious and adorable child.

My first visit to the Yale Art Gallery and yet another attempt at appreciating things like ancient Mayan artifacts (never gonna happen).

An invigorating walk.

An entire evening with the most handsome man in the universe, and also some damn good scallops.

Observing what I am POSITIVE were former high school drama kids smoking cigars in a bar with a blues band.

A dirty martini.

Maybe January isn’t so bad after all.