December is almost here. I can’t even believe it. That feature I’ve been working on for six weeks will be out in the Magazine next Thursday. I’m going back to California soon. I’ll see some friends and catch the last few Tori Amos shows in Southern California. I’m trying to figure out where I will be for New Year’s, since New York is a nightmare. I’m trying to convince my friend Ian to throw another party in SF, since his last one was so legendary. But I don’t know if he wants to deal with the planning and the clean-up (and the inevitability of a sausage fest). Hopefully, he’ll change his mind.

Pirate is still in CA, and I miss him like The View misses Rosie. I keep looking over my shoulder, in hopes that I’ll find his snout sticking out from under my bed, or his tail peaking through the curtains. It’s incredible how much joy this little creature has given me. I hear he is having quite the time in CA, though. Going to tea parties, taking long walks on the beach, and being dressed up by the toddler who lives nextdoor to my aunt. It’s a dog’s life, after all.