It's strange that the weather hasn't gone cold yet. Nothing particularly interesting has been happening except for stress and the occasional domestic spat with my vaguely peevish roommate, the Misnomered Brunette, who leaves the cap off the milk and then yells at me because my shoes are in the parlor. No matter; we had quite a nice Christmas party where the mistletoe wasn't used once. I made some very strong eggnog and was mostly frantic, but I looked fabulous in scarlet lipstick and a little red dress covered in little red beads. Oh, Nonnie, the boys said, let us take you by your lovely waist and dance, dance, dance.