Shifting. Finally.

Yesterday, I actually got into my car, drove around the block and dropped off my water bill in the little water bill-dropping-off slot at our prestigious City Hall.  I can’t find an actual photo of our City Hall online, but it is that equally small brick store front type structure directly next door to this building:

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Even though it was chilly outside, it was a really beautiful morning and it felt so great to be in my car again and be out in the world. And the train went barrelling through while I was actually outside. So — the perfect morning.

Overall,  I did have a really good day yesterday. Peitor and I worked on Abstract Absurdity Productions stuff for about an hour. We had a great session. We laughed a lot and that felt so good — I was breathing better after the call than when I started it.

Abstract Absurdity Productions is actually a 3-fold project. The films, the website, and then a streaming series of micro-micro short episodes that relate to working in our Company.  All of it absurd. Yesterday, we were working on character development re: the series and it felt really great to be laughing that hard again.

And just in general, since Peitor is always — 24/7 — involved in the creative side of developing storylines, I’m the one who does all the constant research. And I actually like doing that. It’s just second nature to me. It involves a lot of scrolling & following on Instagram; tracking the videos on Short of the Week; tracking shows on Quibi (“Agua Donkeys” is so far my favorite), and scrolling through TikTok.

And even though our production company has nothing to do with pets or dirty jokes, I do spend a ton of time watching those really silly cat & dog “dear diary”  shorts on TikTok, and also the ones where that teenage boy tells a dirty joke to his very overworked/distracted mom and then the dad laughs really hard. And the jokes are actually  funny.

(So far, my favorite joke was about the man who kept switching between the Golf Channel and the Porn Channel on the TV, and then his wife finally says: “Just keep it on the Porn Channel, honey, you already know how to play golf.” And then, as always, the mom almost smiles and the dad laughs really hard.)

All this silly stuff just really makes me laugh. The cat & dog videos are kind of no-brainers, but I just love the videos where the teenagers (boys & girls, both) try to get their parents or grandparents to laugh.

Plus, all of this has the added bonus for me of being “Research.”

Yesterday, I also streamed the one-woman stage version of Fleabag by Phoebe Waller-Bridge. Last Friday, you could rent it for $5 and all the money was donated to help UK healthcare workers. So I rented it on Friday and then watched it last night.

The stage show is actually what became the first series of the TV show on Amazon. Oddly enough, I didn’t really like that whole first series of Fleabag, and yet I really enjoyed the play, overall. (And I loved the second series of the TV show version, a lot.)

As a writer, it was interesting to see the difference in how I responded to the very same material when it was a one-woman show, and when it was fleshed out with characters and tangible settings in a series. It’s something I really want to think about — the differences, and why I responded so negatively to the series and so positively to the play, when it was the same story.

You can see that I am itching to get back to working around here, for real. But I still need to go slow. My breathing still changes throughout the day, and I’m still trying to force myself to stay mostly in bed — since there’s apparently still plenty of time to send the virus in reverse and end up in the ICU.

It was funny how well-meaning friends — when I was past the peak of the virus and starting to feel a lot better — kept alarming me by pointing out what was happening to Boris Johnson. How he seemed to be stable then suddenly he was in the ICU.

And never, ever before had anyone compared me in any way whatsoever to Boris Johnson, then suddenly they were using him as a sort of diving rod for my entire future.  It was annoying and disconcerting, but I have to say it was an utter relief to me when he got better.

But anyway. I am better. Lots better. Just still have waves of not breathing at 100%. And I can still engage, for now, in the guilty pleasure of not getting dressed and lying around in bed and reading a book.

(Oh, and I really, really loved that Showtime series Patrick Melrose, with Benedict Cumberbatch. Wow, was it good. I might watch it again, actually.)

Okay, that’s it for today. Have a great Thursday, wherever you are in the world! I leave you with the song I’ve been listening to since last night — unlikely as it might seem! Enjoy, gang. Thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya!

“(I’ve Had) The Time Of My Life”

Now I’ve had the time of my life
No, I never felt like this before
Yes, I swear it’s the truth
And I owe it all to you

Cause I’ve had the time of my life
And I owe it all to you

I’ve been waiting for so long
Now I’ve finally found someone to stand by me
We saw the writing on the wall
As we felt this magical fantasy

Now with passion in our eyes
There’s no way we could disguise it secretly
So we take each other’s hand
Cause we seem to understand the urgency

Just remember
You’re the one thing
I can’t get enough of
So I’ll tell you something
This could be love
Because

I’ve had the time of my life
No, I never felt like this before
Yes, I swear it’s the truth
And I owe it all to you

Hey, baby

With my body and soul
I want you more than you’ll ever know
So we’ll just let it go
Don’t be afraid to lose control
No

Yes, I know what’s on your mind
When you say
Stay with me tonight
(Stay with me)

I’ve had the time of my life
No, I never felt like this before
Yes, I swear it’s the truth
And I owe it all to you

Cause I had the time of my life
And I’ve searched through every open door
Till I found the truth
And I owe it all to you

Now I’ve had the time of my life
No, I never felt like this before
(Never felt this way)
Yes, I swear it’s the truth
And I owe it all to you

I’ve had the time of my life
No, I never felt this way before
(Never felt this way)

Yes, I swear it’s the truth
(It’s the truth)
And I owe it all to you

Cause I had the time of my life
(The time of my life)
And I’ve searched through every open door
Till I found the truth
And I owe it all to you

© –  1987 Frankie Previte, John De Nicola, Donald Markowitz

2 thoughts on “Shifting. Finally.”

  1. Sounds like you are really on the mend. Keep it up. (Glad you got out yesterday. Who would have thought that dropping off a water bill and seeing a train would be so invigorating. Thus is our current circumstances.) Stay safe…..

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