Uh, hi. I forgot yesterday was Friday. More to the point, I was preternaturally aware that it was Friday, so focused on the fact, that I forgot to post a Friday Confessions.
I was waiting for E to call and tell me either he had succeeded at stage-managing at Pemberton, or that he was going to jump from the girders, and I’d have to talk him down.
At ten thirty, I got a call from a triumphant E. Everything went well, no one died, exploded, or was out of tune. He did almost kick Bob Rock off the stage (BR was watching), but didn’t, so avoided a major gaffe.
My confession: I miss him. A lot.
Anyone else late with a confession?