Hello my favorite people. 

Where did that month go?? 

It’s May, but it’s like... it could be August? It’s already hot in LA.

I’m still going to the farmer’s market every Sunday. I’ve been buying too much produce. I bring bags of arugula and snap peas to the neighbors across the way, who return the favor by sneak-texting “Oops, special delivery” and leaving pints of ice cream outside our gate. (Angelenos, take note: Magpies is open for pickup.)

I’m cutting my own bangs, with, I’d say, C+ results.

I wrote a pilot script I’m pretty happy with.

I did a thousand-piece Salvador Dalí puzzle, mostly without looking at the box.

Shot this skunk vs. gopher video in our side yard.

The up-the-stairs neighbors’ cat, Vinnie, sometimes stops by to visit. I keep trying to explain that I’d really like to pet him but I can’t. A tiny self-isolation heartbreak. R was down with a stomach thing two weeks ago. No cough, no fever, but he was exhausted. Could’ve been food poisoning? Could’ve been Covid? So we’re being extra vigilant.