Premature exultation is always a problem with flacks, but it’s getting seriously out of hand lately. On a stinking 90-degree day in August, the last thing I want to think about is New Year’s resolutions. Let alone VD and chocolate. It’s pretty bad when a “sweat treat” for Rosh Hashanah looks almost timely. The only good news is that they are skipping right over Thanksgiving to get to the Peeps.