Bridget Everett, birria, and a gray LA
May blurred by with short trips to Orlando and Maine, and a mild case of Covid I caught somewhere along the way. The Cov doused cold water all over my birthday plans, and lingered for two weeks. I finally tested negative yesterday, celebrating with a trip to the grocery store. Woooo. I can't claim that was my first time out. We did do a great hike on The Birthday (masked). We masked inside the house the whole way, too, and R managed not to catch it. Small victories.
June is now stretched before me, amorphous and gray.
It is gray gray gray in LA. Has been. Continues to be.
R and I are making tweaky, minor edits to the movie, preparing to lay in new pieces of score, which will be satisfying and super fun. We're also making a big push to raise finishing funds, less fun but much needed to cover sound design, color timing, music licensing, and other sexy little finishing bits (HELLO E&O INSURANCE, I SEE YOU).