Rewatching an old SATC episode

and it occured to me to wonder why friendships on TV, even in the well-written, realistically portrayed ones, seem better than the real thing. Why is that? Aah... not this thread again. Am rereading Nora Ephron's Heartburn and finding myself bursting into gales of laughter. Feeling an itchy trigger finger in my right hand. Right. Write.

Who would have thought?

Under the circumstances, I should be more affected by the recent surprises thrown my way. The art director changed her mind and is no longer coming on board. I have a first-rate writer that I would hire in a snap, but apparently, it is not entirely up to me. The U2 concert has been postponed indefinitely. All these things should have added up to stress and disappointment and yet, I'm cool.

And zen...zings will juz have to zort zemzelves out, yez?

A good weekend was had by all, and in the end, that is what matters. Why good? Everything and nothing special. Just happy moments with K, C, and T. And yoga tomorrow...