I rode the train to work unusually early this morning. I know, you are probably thinking, "Poor darling, don't work so hard!"
But sometimes there is just no help for it. And anyway, riding the train at 7 a.m. is an absolute revelation! So many crisply starched and yummy young men reading the Wall Street Journal.
A gentleman sitting next to me was even reading Le Monde. I knew it wasn't you because you wouldn't have shown off like that.