I’m looking forward to the next return (of Saturn). I don’t know
what’s around the corner. If life’s taught me anything it’s that I
cannot predict what’s going to happen. But I look forward to the
first human robot marriage on TV and—um—that we will have run
out of water and we’ll be drinking other things during that return.
—Amy Poehler (on an episode of her podcast, Good Hang**)
You know how it is when you get almost to the end
of a book that has blown your mind? Some of you do
(show of hands*). *Attempting to pretend I’m not taking
this notion very seriously. Except I am. Diane, by the way,
you rascal you, I love the angel on the cover of your Christ
mas card (the only one received this year by me). I’m
having something lately that I don’t have very often: family
angst. All of the bronze-colored stars around this bronze-
haired angel make me feel just a little bit rich in my paltry
apartment. Today, this morning, two days before 2026,
this is a good thing, and I appreciate it. I appreciate you,
angel surrounded by bronze, which is to say that I appreciate
Diane. And the book I’m almost finished reading by Kim Hyun,
yes, entitled Glory Hole. Mind-bending. That’s enough for now.
**The episode with Rachel Sennott
