The work day ends, the butchers and fish mongers head home and the meat packing district becomes this shiny collection of oyster bars and outdoor picnic bench martini lounges – so refreshing and perfectly casual on a warm summer night. Our little celebration yesterday turned extra festive and long story short – spinning class was totally out of the question this morning and forget using the day checking things off the to-do list. Crap. I’ll quickly let that twinge of embarrassment pass – to say I should know better would suggest being old enough to know better, and well – old enough – let’s not even go there right now. But count on Jan to say I looked lovely this morning – regardless of how green I felt – and that kind of sweetness is definitely  something to celebrate (cheers in tea and ibuprofen).