I woke up at 1:30 am, headachy and hot. So hot. I am always so hot these days…it’s also 90 degrees in LA and we lack A/C. It’s like I’m begging to be miserable and uncomfortable right now.
I started thinking about labor and delivery. Then I started worrying about dying during labor. As the scene played out in my head…my husband weeping over me, as I look into his eyes….I delivered the most profound deathbed speech. One that had me tearing up because it was so freaking touching. As I wept over my own platitudes, I thought, wow, I should be a death scene writer for television and movies…that was just so good.
I wiped away my tears, got up from the bed and went and had a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios and popped a Tylenol.