Gentle Weeping

George Harrison died yesterday. I saw the little news ticker run across the bottom of the screen while I was watching Conan last night. What a weird, sad night it was. I was supposed to go to the Jim Henson Studios to see a private preview of the new Jack and the Beanstalk miniseries, hosted by Brian Henson himself. But I found out late in the day that I was supposed to be in San Diego for a comedy remote, so I had to dash down to The Abbey in Hillcrest to be not-so-funny for the be-prom-clothed kids of Point Loma Nazarene College. It was cold and rainy, but I made good time. I was a bit out of myself all night, for some reason. It just felt very lonely and unwise to be Mary Forrest yesterday. If I could have chosen otherwise, I might have.

And then I found out that George Harrison had died, and I felt suddenly very sad and mortal and fearful of what lies ahead.