the writers strike is effecting those of us on the west coast as well. while neither the husband nor i are members of the guild, we are definitely being affected by the trickle down. in my case, it is my sanity that is in jeopardy.
last night, just as i was dozing off, the husband switched on the television. it is his habit to watch the opening monologue of david letterman and i have gown used to falling asleep to his jokes. suddenly i heard an unfamiliar voice. my eyes sprung open and i saw, what i thought to be, jay leno, but not. "what's wrong with him?" i asked the husband. "nothing, he looks good".
he didn't look good, he looked weird. i couldn't put my finger on it. he had either gained or lost weight, dyed his hair, had his eyes done, his face lifted, something. i kept asking the husband, who kept shushing me, trying to listen to jay's monologue. i shushed and then i actually heard jay - he was talking about the trial of the century - the o.j. trial! it was a different century. this show was taped in 1995. jay looked so weird because he was thirteen years younger.
i wasn't crazy. jay didn't look weird, he just looked young. which, of course led me to thinking how different i must look. i made a mental note to myself to not see anyone i know who i haven't seen in the last thirteen years. and then i thought about how life has a way of evening things out. here was jay leno, who according to all reports has not exactly been a hero to his co-workers during this strike, being outed, on national t.v. as the old man he is. i don't think anyone would have noticed how old leno had gotten had we not been forced to confront the young leno.
so tonight, if all goes well i will sleep. the husband will watch david letterman reruns (and david always looks the same) and i will drift off peacefully knowing god's in the heavens and all right with the world.