"There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse; as I have found in traveling in a stage-coach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position and be bruised in a new place."
That really seems a churlish sentiment to start out this missive, because I have been having a wonderful day. Got up early and worked on a piece about Boys State which I performed as part of ALL STORIES ARE FICTION. Jean-Michele and I then took a taxi over to WNYC, where we recorded the story for The Next Big Thing. I'm working with a really sharp producer there and he did a wonderful job of clarifying and leading me through the story. I'm excited to hear how it turns out.
Then we took the A train over to DUMBO, where I introduced her to brunch at Bubby's. The pulled pork sandwich is to die for, and after stuffing ourselves we went walking in the new Brooklyn Bridge park, watched some dogs run around and didn't hurry too much. Then we split off--JM headed back to our apartment for essay-writing, and I'm at my studio now, writing about the day.
I thought I would write this down because so often I don't fully enjoy what's going on, or don't see what I have, and since, for once, I was really happy all afternoon, it seemed noteworthy.