As I type this, E is between in the air between Paris and Bamako, Mali on his first business trip for his new employer. I dropped him off at Dulles yesterday afternoon and promptly reverted to complete b@chelorette-hood: drinking sour-apple martinis until 3 a.m., sleeping past 10, eating cookies and leftover Chinese food for breakfast. I have just one teeny dilemma . . . I really, really want to be reading the Sunday New York Times -- which E always picks up as soon as Comet Liquor opens -- but I really, really, really don't want to change out of these pajamas just yet.