Do you see what this is?
It's a delicious bowl of gruel.
Do you know who it's thanks to? Not you, my recipe-withholding bl*g readers. And not lazy old me, either. It's thanks to Suzy, the vegan, British playwright who (thank god) is not leaving the residency, as she earlier thought she might.
In addition to being a maker of gruel, Suzy is an astrologer, and while we were stranded in Denver she read my chart. Now she says things to me like "That's right, you're Uranian," which makes me feel like I'm hanging out with my therapist, who would probably say things like "That's right, you're neurotic" if we ever had dinner together.