Okay, Phil announced yesterday that he will go live tomorrow night, Friday, Oct.27, qt 7PM eastern time. Check tomorrow to confirm.

My sister dropped off my mom around 7 last evening. I had not seen either of them since before the scamdemic. Almost 4 years. But there we all were, chatting away, catching up, just like the old days.

Weird, how suddenly everything feels back to normal, although we’re all noticeably older…

Plus, I haven’t flown anywhere in 4 years, either. It’s so weird how now you do all that check-in stuff on your phone! Check in, get your seat number, give them all your passport info, check your baggage, get your boarding pass — all of it, on your phone. And my e-boarding pass even had my TSA Pre-check on it.

It’s just weird.

Of course, I immediately closed the wrong window and lost the whole thing….(they re-sent it).

Anyway. Off I go. I am finally feeling really excited, gang. Partly because Wayne will already be there when I get there and he’ll be waiting outside of the high rise for my (excruciatingly expensive) Uber to arrive, with me inside it, with my stupidly heavy suitcase, and wearing my awesome David Bowie tee shirt that Wayne had made for me on one of my birthdays a few years ago….

This is where he and I are staying in Toronto:

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Okay.

Nick Cave sent out a Red Hand File yesterday that was very beautiful. And empowering. Advising a reader about how best to deal with a recent drug overdose. He wrote, in part:

“[…] if it is  related to drug dependency then in my experience people don’t usually overdose just once – they tend to overdose a couple of times, and then all too often die.[…]”

And he went into detail about what happens after you get clean. In part:

“[… If you persevere, in time you will have an entirely different problem – not that life is meaningless, but rather that life has almost too much meaning.[…]”

I so totally agree with that.

When I was in my early teens, I had a very serious drug problem. It wasn’t heroin, though. But I OD’d more times than I can even remember. And then, eventually, almost died. Twice.

Now, I can’t even imagine living in that much despair. Even when I’m battling depression, it is never as bad as it was in those early days of my life. I can’t imagine having missed out on all the incredible things that came into my world once I was old enough to leave home and get away from all the relentless abuse. So I particularly appreciated how Nick Cave ended his letter;

“So, Zara, a few things you need to do. Stop fucking around and get your shit together. Get clean and don’t die.”

You can read it in full here.

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Okay. That’s it. Got to get moving here.

Enjoy your Thursday, wherever you are in the world!!

Thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya!

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