Princess Leia

I saw Carrie Fisher in her one-woman show Wishful Drinking last night. She was utterly delightful in that "my life has totally sucked, but I've mined it for painful humor for your enjoyment" kind of way. She's a very smart writer, and a good performer. (Also bipolar and a recovering addict.) She had one bit on Hollywood incest in which she tries to tell her daughter whether or not she's related to her daughter's new boyfriend (who's Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor's grandson, when Carrie Fisher's father left her mother for Taylor and everyone one of them was married multiple times in a horribly convoluted flow chart). It's hilarious. (The answer, by the way, is that they're related by scandal.)

Worth seeing.

Surely it's later than 3:30

For some reason, I have this impression of darkness, even though you can't see outside down here. I seem to be convinced it's the end of the day, on a late fall evening, and I should be home right now making soup. I suspect the fact that our bedroom was cold this morning, and the conference room is cold today, and I had chili for lunch, and I'm tired and a lot of bad things have happened today (not to me personally, but to the team in general) is all reinforcing this desperate desire to huddle and nest against the coming cold and dark of winter. Which my body seems to be convinced is coming RIGHT NOW.