Hello my favorite people.

I'm sending this from a desk at an office, at a job that may last for 10 weeks (fingers crossed) or may end tomorrow. We just don't know! I won't go into the details of the what and why, except to say I'm on a tv show that's in a bit of a tenuous situation at the moment, given the maybe-going-into-bankruptcy? maybe-getting-sold? status of one of the producing companies.

I like being a freelancer. I like not knowing where I'll be, say, eight months from now, and I relish not committing to anything more than two weeks in advance (much as this frustrates my mom when she's trying to plan for, say, Thanksgiving). I love the feeling of WHO KNOWS? I COULD BE ANYWHERE! even though there's an 80% chance at any given moment that I'm holed up in our tiny house "writing." But this day-to-day uncertainty is a little extra. 

I'm trying to be Zen about it. I'm enjoying putting on real clothes in the morning (it's a nice change of pace from which sweatpants?) and taking the scenic route through Griffith Park and hanging out with real live co-workers. I'd gotten rusty, spending so much time alone with Ricky. We tend to communicate through clicks and grunts and birdcalls and goofy nicknames that I sometimes forget not to use on the outside.

RICCCCCKKKKAAAAAWWWWWWWKKKKKKKKKK!

Depending on the inflection, that's a distress signal, or a hello! or a "hey will you help me with the groceries?"

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