43 years buys you something.

I'm not an especially fast learner when it comes to life lessons, but the silver lining there is that having had all those extra years of crappy stuff makes me really appreciative now.

This eye-popping revelation on the heels of a great couple of nights of rehearsals: the first, for someone else's play; the second, for the one I'm co-writing with a friend (link to come).

Art may not be everyone's thing, but it's pretty clearly mine. As my writing partner (who works a f/t, six-day-a-week day job) put it: "I've never been more tired or stressed out. And I've never been happier."

Roger that.