Labor Day weekend, the unofficial end of summer (and all things grilled and happy and sunburnt) is next week. And you haven't gotten out of your air-conditioned, fluorescent-lit cubicle all summer because the city was an soggy armpit hellscape and it melted your brain.Read More
With no real floor in our house, and the Catskills looking at temperatures in the teens this week, I'm spending a lot of time thinking about my feet. Namely, that I'd like for them to be warm and not making direct contact with mouse poop as I shuffle down to the bathroom at night. Hence, slipper fantasies.