Finished typing in my Reagan piece for the Moth Radio submission and wrote the first paragraph of my Marriage piece for 2nd Moth Radio submission—not this marriage, but an earlier marriage, one so very, very early and bizarre I can hardly believe it happened. Or, yes, I can. Of course.
Hoping that tonight I will not experience (cue ghastly music): Dreams Of PB’s Past. I really don’t deserve them.
But does make for a story. Or—memoirs.