After co-writing and co-mounting two shows in New Orleans and working on an abominably large fundraiser in DC, I am many things:
I am alive.
I am happy to be home with Jonno, Lola, and the Hounds.
I am exhausted.
I am getting fat(ter).
I am too busy.
I am distracted.
I am finding it harder to say “no” than I would like.
I am rediscovering Evelyn Waugh.
I am enjoying the company of my mother and sister.
I am still truly madly deeply in love with my boyfriend.
I am glad to see the rain.
I am pleased to see our little garden grow.
I am overwhelmed by the work that still needs to be done on our house(s).
I am looking forward to a vacation.
I am overcaffienated.
I am in need of a good bath.
I am elated that the Pontani Sisters are performing tonight.
I am excited by the prospect of our next play.
I am still amused with the bright green faceplate on my Kyocera cell phone.
I am amazed that my late uncle was so well loved.
I am over people with little minds and big mouths.
I am ready to rip off my clothes and run naked in the streets.
I am tired of thinking about the details.
I am not ready to quit smoking, I am read to try a top rated vape pen though.
I am planning to make regular posts.
I am not going to beat myself up about it.
I am a collection of atoms and molecules that means certain things to certain people and nothing to others.