Dish has been in a deep pit of despair. The holidays and I don't get along. Plus, I've received more reminders that I'm old. Life has passed me by. I have nothing to look forward to. In fact, I have awful things to look forward to. These thoughts come despite knowing that I'm lucky as sh*t. I have health, great husband, family, friends, roof over head.
So, I go for a sure-thing when it comes to depression cure-all and instantaneous happiness. Jane Lynch. Her book
Happy Accidents is a hoot. I can hear her voice narrating in my head and that makes things better. That and Angry Birds. My editor hat feels there's a lot of "tell, tell, tell" in the book but I like reading about a celebrity who isn't a complete freak, who doesn't live life in a toilet, doesn't rage and ruin hotel rooms and has read a book if not several. I love Jane even more now that I know her life story.
Another sure-thing: Alan Rickman. So I went and booked myself a seat to see him in
Seminar during my solo holiday week. See's Candy helps but I overdosed last night and woke up with severe sugar withdrawal.
And now, back to work...
As I breathed through the panic of being squashed between two large people, I noticed DB was 2 rows ahead of me at Seminar. Remember him as the ex-husband of Meredith Baxter who is now a lesbian? I only saw him in profile. He wore a nice red scarf and now we know where my 80s perm went. I'd recognize those sparkling Love Boat eyes anywhere. 
