I finally focused enough yesterday on my new play, Hope House, to get some work done and feel like I'm starting some momentum on it. Of course today I didn't work on it at all, so there's that.
Otherwise, I saw Nebraska yesterday, which is sad and very funny. And JW gave a lecture at St. John's Episcopal last night about stained glass and Canterbury Cathedral. Then Andrew and he and I had a late dinner downtown. It was good to see Andrew.
Today I tried out my new crepe pan I got for Christmas with an overcomplicated recipe that made kind of a mess. I managed to salvage enough to put together a meal for JW and me, though.
And we got a long overdue new bed delivered today. I'm propped up on it right now, watching some odd Christopher Isherwood movie with Toby Jones and Imogen Poots on Netflix streaming. JW and I started it after watching a few minutes of the Golden Globes. Tina Fey and Amy Poehler made me laugh a few times, but all the men and their bronzing was a little unnerving.
I was happy to see Elizabeth Moss win before I turned it off. She looked great.