Manic Monday

This is the kind of Monday I could get used to. Went into the city for a 1 p.m. appointment with my longtime tax man Tony Francis—he's been doing my finances for about a decade—so we always have a good time catching up, talking music as much as money. I then took a leisurely stroll down 8th Avenue in the drizzly rain, blasting tunes on my iPod Shuffle, subwayed home, watched "Desperate Housewives" with Ayhan... he headed to work, I wolfed down a hotdog and took a lil' nap watching "Family Guy."

Then spent a couple hours looking at pretty boys on blogs, Ayhan came home and we watched three episodes of "30 Rock," and now I'm enjoying a marathon of the catty new season of "The Real Housewives of New York City."

This unemployment is for the birds: I'm spreading my wings and soaring with a freedom I've not felt in decades.

Here's a pair of stunning pics of hottie James Marsden. What a pretty boy, what a handsome man.