I get so self-conscious writing in bed with someone next to me

He’s asleep. It matters not. The mental block is in my head.

It is I, she who surveils the surveillance. Looking at this picture now I have the most vivid imagination of me reciting the “No, dad, WHAT ABOUT YOU” speech from The Breakfast Club, except this time it’s just me and the robot camera.

Tomorrow we are going to Las Vegas. Friday we are flying to El Paso, Texas, to visit Ed’s brother in the house Ed bought …