Liz brought out her senior year scrapbook tonight—uncovered in a bout of unpacking and reorganizing she suffered from this afternoon—and it was kind of wild reading through it how much she’s literally followed the path she set out for herself at the age of eighteen. I...

The pups sure do a lot of licking at the end of the night. Lick lick lick. I love it so much. Truly. That’s what bedtime sounds like. It’s late. Need to make this a quick one. TIRED. Extra tired. But, my day was crazy. Writing was fine. Working on my last act. Have to...

Both Liz and I were reading the same article on melatonin tonight; how the entire rest of the world, basically, restricts the use of the stuff and only prescribes it in very specific, acute cases of insomnia. But here, we sell it right over the counter. Doesn’t seem...