It’s 2:34 in the morning on a Friday and I wish I could sleep it all the way through to 4:30, but that rarely happens. We own our own business, and if any of the three or four of you do the same, I don’t have to explain it to you why you wake in the middle of the night.
I like to get away from the three or four of you every once in a while. It has to feel good for you, too.
Alexis and I, in a quirk of scheduling, attended three concerts in three nights in Chicago. That was too much. It won’t ever happen again.
It’s 12:21am on Wednesday and the only way the three or four of you and I get to talk is if I wake up in the middle of the night to take a pee and then start writing. Don’t worry, I washed my hands.
The main reason that I don’t have time to give you the appropriate attention is Facebook Live video. It’s taking over my life, along with Twitter video also.
Radio is work. Radio is love.
That’s a good place to start on this Sunday morning with the birds chirping and the fan whirring rhythmically in the corner.
Yesterday, a Saturday in late June, Alexis and I attended five pretty big events. At each, I had a short conversation with about 20 people. That means I had about 100 short conversations yesterday.