A Faint Signal

Where have I been? Nowhere exciting. Believe me.

Trains mostly. A few buses. A recording booth. A glass office on 6th Avenue. Hotel rooms (alone).

What have I been doing?

Getting cricks in my neck from sleeping on armrests. Waking up with a loud expletive after getting socked in the head by some stranger's luggage. Reading sentences like, "The show that follows real families and couples as they explore new places, and rediscover a few favorites" over, and over, and over, and over. Leaving my house at 5 a.m. and not returning til 2 a.m. the next day. Working eleven hours--on my day "off." Falling into bed, still making lists of all the things I need to do.

It ain't much, but at least you know I'm alive.