my new favorite show, obviously (nbc right now)

EXCEPT it’s a crime that i’m not hosting it because who’s more perfect to host a show about wine than me

i even know the correct answer to the wine country pop quiz

watch out, blonde lady with khakis and button down shirt, i’ve got your number

On a day I set aside every year as my special News Christmas, the Bridgeiversary, 8/1 Never Forget, I have immersed myself in the ridiculousness of local news tragedy coverage, lapping up every instance of hyperbole, every insensitive quote, every reporter that tells their dramatic story of where they were that fateful day while glossing over the fact that some people actually died.

I am doing this with such force this year to cover up the real tragedy, the fact that 72 hours ago I was here:

and now I’m not. And dealing with that would threaten to rip me apart, destroy the inner peace I achieved there, the happiness, the lack of self-hate, the clarity about what I need to do.

I am covering heartbreak with schadenfreude, which is really the story of my life.

In addition, I am desperately clinging to that inner peace. I have no idea if it can survive in Central Time. It never has before. But I am hanging on for dear life, like a kitten on a branch in a motivational poster. I can’t lose this now that I finally have it.

I could write miles of prose about it, but I’d rather revise my short story and write some new ones, so I’ll just say: last week was amazing and life-altering and I am still trying to process it all.

And detox. Miss you already, daily wino time.