November 7 – Day 62: “That’s All There Is; There Isn’t Any More”
(Today’s title comes courtesy of Ethel Barrymore, who used the line to let her audiences know the curtain calls were over.) I get the feeling that, if a person crossed Ethel Barrymore, they'd get this look. I got to sleep pretty late Tuesday night/Wednesday morning—as has become normal—though if I were to consider that I was probably still on East Coast time, it was really early ( really early). I did fall asleep in the living room at one point, but stubbornly persevered until crazy late. I didn’t have much on the schedule other than driving down to Mountain View to pick up my comics and then up to SF State to drop off my paperwork for teaching in the spring. (I’ve somehow gotten dropped out of their system, so even though I’m scheduled to teach, I have to—sort of—reapply.) The oddest thing about the day was driving again. I’ve only been in a car three times since early September, and even though it is like riding a bike, it was still a little funny to be out the