But as soon as I got into my car to drive home, the glory was gone. It was 9 PM and I hadn't had dinner. I fished around in my bag and found a box of stale raisins. Mmm. Then some gas station coffee...and off into the dark night, speeding down I-90. Around 11, I recall doing what I thought was a compelling version of November Rain, Axl-like voice and all. Around 11:30 the universe gave me a gift, just as I approached Austerlitz (home to Millay's homestead, which tugs at my soul): George Michael's Father Figure. If you know me, you know my adoration of all things Millay and George Michael; please imagine my bliss.
Today: bleary-eyed and underslept, I am doing radio interviews, first at WAMC.org, then VPR (WBTN). During my first interview, which I greatly enjoyed, I stared at my father-in-law's pencil, which struck me as so beautifully old school, and true (see above).
After the first interview, I came into the kitchen to find an honest and hilarious note from my heroic sitter, who not only loves my girls, but also, as you can see, isn't afraid to roll her sleeves up and put half of a chipmunk in a bag. Bless her. I guess I'll go, uh, dispose of that bag.
Keeping it real,