I know, I know. It’s weird, isn’t it, this silence? You can ask Jonno: around the house, I never shut up. I come home from work or from rehearsal, I give him a hug and a kiss, I start talking about my day or asking about his, and before you know it, I’ve gone from cutesy, stressed-out hubby coming home from a long day at the office to nebbishy psycho love-muffin with a big, fat, wagging tongue.
But then, I’ve always been that way. Way back in 5th grade we had to draw self-portaits, and I remember my teacher commenting that mine was pretty good–except I’d drawn my mouth shut. I got the hint.
All in all, I have a lot to talk about–most importantly, recently meeting mom and sis–but I can’t pull together the energy and focus I need to get my thoughts down on paper (so to speak). I guess it’s just a phase. Maybe I need a vacation. Or a drink. Yeah, a drink sounds nice. Several of them, in fact.
Side note: those of you in and around the Crescent City will soon have the questionable pleasure of watching yours truly perform in drag. We’re short a performer for opening night, so guess who gets to fill in… The last time Jonno saw me fully shaved was almost a year ago to the day. I guess it’ll become an annual event. Trimming the tree in reverse.
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