A moment of truth:
The week/weekend/past five years just plain got away from me. I need a pass. The text from this week’s interview needs serious editing. My haunted girl was a Chatty Cathy and we went on serious tangents.
So…. Shall we say next Friday? The 15th of April?
I turn 37 this week on the 13th…. 3’s and 7’s and 13’s… It’s feeling a little magical/demonic.
For now, some good news. We’ve dodged this bullet: