My sleep was deeply troubled last night, and the early dawn made clear that there would be no catching up the lost hours on the other side of the morning, so I rose early and began trudging down to the Awl offices. Along Second Avenue I found myself behind a gentleman who was wearing the rumpled clothes of the previous evening. At first I thought the might be one of the new summer homeless, but he stopped at the corner and hailed a cab. After telling the driver his destination, he lowered his head and held his face in his hand-the universal symbol of regret.

Well, life's just hard as it is. None of us know what the future holds. But in the spirit of renewal, on a day that has at least started out sunny and bright, and by the power vested in me as a nationally-ranked Print/Online Reporter, I hereby absolve you all for any bad decisions you made yesterday. (Even attending Capoeira class.) Go about your day head held high, and know you have been forgiven. Also, good morning! Let's all get through it together.