Finally the season begins to turn. The Air Conditioners have become less and less, the heaters haven't turned on just yet. I am ever so grateful for the joy of sweaters and scarves, and I continue to visit my favorite place in all of New York. Work continues to be unpredictable and I often wonder if I'll ever just find my rhythm here. But we breathe, we prep food on Sunday, we take one step at a time. And we talk in the Royal "We"... apparently.
