This morning, I was brushing my teeth, nekkid, when I threw my toothbrush and screamed because I’d looked in the mirror to see two men setting up on the terrace to repel over the side of the building — window washers. I ran a boob-flapping, white fleshy blur, into the closet to throw on some clothes. Still not sure if I was spotted. Well, an interesting way to start the morning for all of us. And what a morning! I was CRUNCHING today, I hate it when I get behind like that, so frustrated, so angsty. But it’s paid off, because for another week, my work is done. My column out today is called THE GREAT ESCAPE, about our obscenely decadent three nights and four days in Rioja. The column, I highly recommend reading, but for a quick view, as some pictures speak louder than words, here is the video I made this morning: