This is me right now, having lost my glasses. I can't read what I'm
typing to you so I hope it makes sense. One would think (whoever that
one is who knows all of this stuff) that one who reads and writes for
a living would have a backup pair of glasses, but NOT ME.
The day was like this: Marcy (darling favorite ever publicist) and
Lori (amazing amazing assistant) at my apartment as I got ready to go
film for this tv thing I'm happy about -- will show it to you when
it's done. Marcy voted no on my glasses so I left them at home (we
think). Also forgot to put Balloon in his crate when we left.
Returned just now and stuff on table eaten (chocolate but I've already
had to do the calculations a few times about how much chocolate will
actually kill a dog of his size -- because I'm a terrible dog owner --
and we are all good). And glasses nowhere to be found.
Now I don't know what to do so I'm sharing it with you, which is What I Do.
Help and love and where are my glasses (any guesses?) and what is the
universe trying to teach me (again, any guesses?). I love you.