You know those days when you have too much to do and too many projects that need to be completed but there doesn’t seem to be enough time in the day or an end in sight? In these moments I close my eyes and think about how magnificent life would be if I had a taxidermic friend, Fitzwilliam Marten, who wears the finest Victorian attire. Why wouldn’t he wear a top hat and carry a walking stick; he’s not a commoner! Unfortunately, Fitzwilliam is going to go home with some other lucky lady as I don’t have one hundred bucks laying around waiting to be spent on AWESOMENESS. It’s just as well, I don’t remember any of Jane Austen’s heroines riding into the sunset with a ferret.