Once Sadie stopped being a long-distance car, I bought the world’s smallest suitcase–pink and black leopard print, a carry-on no matter how stringent the airline regulations, something even my bad back could handle on public transportation. It’s basically a school backpack on pretty silver wheels, the Zoolander mobile phone of satchels. The only downside: packing has become tres Sophie’s Choice. Which explains why, at 11pm after an extremely long day, I’m sitting here muttering, Mz. Rosman, you are heading to Boston, fer Christ’s sake. Keep the corduroys, lose the cute dress. Yes, I am laughing at myself (and regretting that 9pm coffee). But I also am quite serious. Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.