October 2024

The last couple of weeks have been intensely busy with events, preparation for election coverage, etc.

My relationship with a broom usually goes like this: I see many somethings on the floor I dislike; I go get a broom; I use that broom to sweep up those dislikable many somethings; I realize I should have brought a dustpan to the party; I hunt for that dustpan because no one ever puts it away; I finally locate said dustpan in an inexplicable place (the garage?!); I sweep up the dislikable debris; I return the broom to whence it lives; walking out the door I realize I forgot to put the dustpan away and promise to put it away later; then I don’t think about a broom until the next time I see terribleness on the floor.But the other day I had a broom and was sweeping leaves and sticks off our front steps.

I am finally going to get my COVID booster shot, which I postponed while I was on the road doing shows after each of which I wound up in the theater lobby commingling with the crowd, shaking hands, patting shoulders, posing for pictures, 80-year-old ladies snuggling up to me, being breathed upon, which is the proper thing to do.

It has reached the time of year when you go through several different outfits during the day and evening.