I go to bed each night, too, thinking of a million and one storylines for novels, movies, and scripts. What if this? What if that? How about? I wonder...
Often, the ideas follow whatever show I'm binge watching at the time...the angst of Adolescence, the everyday people of Andor, the witty humor overcoming anxiety of Ted Lasso...not sure what I'm taking from Sex Education right now. I just know that the show has me cheering on the characters, appreciating the depth and layers of each character, and laughing at the honesty/absurdity of it all.
I needed a pencil to mark the painted walls for hanging and grabbed the first one I saw...one from Dr. Emily Orlando who is an Edith Wharton expert. It feel right to fulfill an air of ideas with the kindness from a friend. The pencil came with the quote.
Today, I'm off to a baby shower. The couple I wed last spring decided to fulfill their episode of Sex Education and will be having a baby soon. The parents are throwing a lunch at a foo foot fee restaurant this afternoon. I'm here for it. Kris, Dave, Isaiah, Ishmael, and Maddie arrived last night and I had cooked to fill all their stomachs before settling to a disappointing Knicks game and bed. Bourbon was involved, of course, so that is why I am only getting to today's post right now.
Again, I wish someone would take my sinuses out of me and give me a set that is better at breathing the air of idea...because I'm sick of the hay fever coughing and sneezing. Alas, this too shall pass.
