March 2020 -- The Laugh Beyond Anxiety We are watching Every. Single. Carefully booked. Gig, camp, and public appearance in our 2020 projected earnings budget disappear. It is shocking, so shocking that when I talk with a colleague about it and they ask “Are you stressed, How are you holding up?” I laugh. “This, this...
It’s 9pm. I emerge groggy-eyed from our son, Wolf’s, bedroom.
“Flubbsies?” Jeff asks.
”Mmmmhmm.” I reply. Flubbsies is our word for this moment of coming out of a darkened bedroom, bleary-eyed, squinting at the light, after falling asleep putting the kid to bed.
”So you want to rehearse that new song for Sunday?” Jeff asks.
A moment of annoyance passes through. Not at all!