Red Sweater

Am not at all surprised this morning when promised six inches of snow fail to appear. Stick hand out window and see that weather brisk. Part of self feels familiar dread about winter while other part glas that can pretend that the seas not rising. Sad winter self decides to cheer up with newly purchased sweater. Sweater red and wooly and potentially itchy, so much find long sleeved t-shirt to wear underneath. Clean laundry at very low ebb so have to settle on shirt from dorm in college which though soft and comfortable normally wouldn't be caught dead wearing out in public. But as shirt will be hidden under sweater all day, feel that will be able to keep (clean) dirty secret to self. Subway very very hot. When riding elevator up to office, have taken off down coat and hat and am thinking, fixedly, about kicking off pants, socks and boots (but not sweater). Libby gets on elevator Says, Your sweater looks like Chrismas, how cheerful. Can think of other words for sweater. In office, the Contessa says, how Christmasy! She talks about how Pretty soon it will be time for the christmas parties. She says this with something much less than excitement. She thinks her thoughts while sit at desk thinking about time that dean's secretary (name of Molly) peer pressured me into drinking more wine spritzers than would seem to be physically possible. Only slightly tipsy, but bladder suffered permenant damage. New Man, wearing very nice suit, and toggle coat which covet very much says, Fritz, dressed for the holidays?