I stopped by work "to help out a bit," and it turned into more than I'd bargained for.

I called my husband on the way home and told him, "I don't want to lead anything. I don't want to manage. I don't want to make decisions." But, of course, it's too late: I'm in the game now, like it or not.

It was too late when I arrived here; I figured I'd missed out on Fred's "Late Night" Appearance. So instead I'm going to bed with a G&T and a copy of Newsweek.

Fred's certainly ubiquitous tonight. And, starting tomorrow, there may be even more of him around than there is today.

You'd think we were the sort of hussy-ish party than welcomed anyone, providing he had a SAG card . . .

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