but enough about Scot

Kidding!
I kid.
Scot, my friend, we continue to hold you in our thoughts and hope you can continue to update us.

In the meantime, I am sure you want to know what's been going on in Tuvalu, don't you?
I tell you, the week has flown by, largely because I was CRAZY BUSY. In fact, I took today off!
K and Middle and I have been shooting a video in my office and, let me tell you, there is NO way in hell I could ever work in THAT business. The stress! The lugging of equipment! Did I mention the stress? We shot 35 people in two days. It was relentless, though, I have to say, also fascinating. Each person brought their own touch to the shoot. We laughed a lot, we were moved, we sat around in between "set-ups." I got to learn some lingo (you know I adore jargon). Each time Middle set and turned on a light he said "striking." I forgot that those guys say that when they turn on a small bright-as-a-thousand-suns light. I love that stuff! The room could be empty and he'd say STRIKING. Also, I've never seen him work (shoot) and I can see why he is popular. He minds his business. MINDS HIS BUSINESS, which is to say, he sets a shot, gets the director to approve it, shoots it and moves on. No critique, no questions. He's a pro. K had him shoot as he is more familiar with the camera they wanted to use. K did sound. I pretended to direct, but I relied on Middle as I couldn't direct my way out of a paper bag. I proved that soundly.

Then, yesterday, my very dear friend A sprang me from work at noon, took me to lunch and then took me to this place for the most luxurious facial you can possibly imagine. A strong but silent Eastern European lady worked on my face and skin and neck and shoulders with countless delicately scented concoctions for 90 minutes!  It was like a full ballet was performed on my skin.
I cannot begin to describe the delight of it. She never pushed products at me, she covered me with a warm blanket (I was wearing a small towel-dress) and I do believe she got at least ten year's worth of gunk out of my pores. I know, that last bit is over-sharing, but I think I might have to see her a couple of times a year. I mean, I'm not getting any younger and my skin is kind of a mess. Or neglected. It dawned on me, as A and I walked back downtown on Madison Avenue (which is a sight you must see - oh, the women!) that A has taken good care of her skin. She is nearly ten years older than I and she is beautiful. I'm hoping it isn't too late for my pores!

This weekend is jam-packed (isn't that a funny thing to say? Jam?) K is working both days, and Youngest and I are going to hit Uniqlo's sale and get him some duds on Saturday and then on Sunday I am meeting Suse! I've been too busy this week to be excited but now that I'm sitting here on my bed thinking about it, I have butterflies. What to wear! (It will be in the 90's.)

I'll shall rest up and think about it.