After working all day on wraparounds* for a stand-up comedian’s TV show (where we didn’t have a real generator – just a 60 amp ‘putt-putt’ which wasn’t enough to run all the lights we had so my entire day was spent running around trying like crazy to find house power), I changed clothes in the car and went to the Hamburglar wrap party, where made sure that I found homeboy and said hello and in return I got….
Another platonic handshake.
You know, I’m usually really good at reading people, but I have to think that this time I might have been wrong. Either that, or I was right all along and I’m just really scary.
Either one works.
Somehow this doesn’t seem like much of a big deal right now – probably because my uncle had a stroke the night before last, and my sister told me while I was at work yesterday. I hate those phone calls.
It wasn’t a bad stroke, and he’s starting to get movement back on his left side already (although he still can’t talk), so he’ll be fine. I’ll have plenty of time to get bummed out about being shot down once he’s a little more stable.
So today, instead of taking my mind off things by riding my bike around enjoying the gorgeous day, I’m off to do laundry.
*Wraparounds are those little promo spots before and after commercials – you know, where the cast of a TV show makes the announcement that you’re watching a certain network, and then assures you that the network will still be there after the commercial break.