Blogging does not help this. Blogging helps you stay in the apartment. Blogging gives validity to hermitism. Blogging makes the little dumb things you do seem important. Blogging is just the latest in a long line of things that do this. Blogging is this year’s DVR.

New York City is great once you get out into it. But it tends to leave you alone when you let it. People bring you food right to your door. You don’t even have to call them. You can order online and don’t even have to answer the door. I shot a pilot on Monday and it was fairly awesome. I had a few days of post-partem despression that triggered my chemistry into regular depression. I wish that I could sleep a day away like normal people and not have it make my brain think that it’s time to close up the cave and hibernate for the winter. At least it is winter.Â

Things are good. There’s so much to be grateful for, and not just in the usual way where I have to convince myself or make lists or listen to meditation tapes that make me thank the plumbing. All is well. Truly it is. Despiter the aches and pains and not knowing what comes next. Despite the people who I want to be here who aren’t and the people who I don’t who are. I try to remind myself that my cats pooping outside their litterbox at least means that they’re alive and in the house and eating. Bills from lawyers at least means that there are deals to be looked over. Post-partem at least means there was a birth. The baby is alive and well.

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