Even though I had planned a fun girls’ night out on Lincoln Road tonight for a new gallery opening, I totally sold out. It’s become harder and harder for me to go out on a school night anymore. My friends Reagan and Jackie went, but they are attorneys and have some strange Type A endurance gene that I lack. Nothing was more appealing to me than hanging out with Sherlock Bones, Reagan’s crime solving dog. I’m going to put him immediately on The Case of Ashley’s Lost Tolerance.