Recently, on a Sunday morning at 10:30 AM, Evi and I had two couples over for brunch.
It wasn't long ago I thought that, if I lived for a million years, I'd still never write that sentence. I got married late—in my mid-40s—and in another life I was a standup comedian. Back then, Sunday mornings were for nursing hangovers, not for, you know, consciousness…
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