Holy shit, Tim Daley is My Age
I was watching Madame Secretary and I googled Tim Daley and learned that he is exactly my age. There’s no getting around it, Tim Daley is aging a lot better than I am. Quit it, Tim Daley! You’re making the rest of us look bad. That said, looking good Tim Daley. Damn you.
Normally I’m just fine about my looks. I’m aging, I’d rather not, but I don’t dwell on it. Then I got my hair cut for a piece that PBS is doing about my singing book. This is such a great opportunity and I wanted to look my best, except they cut my hair too short. This caused me to really look at myself, and now I’m terrified at how I’m going to look in this PBS piece. It doesn’t matter, right? It’s what I say that matters? Except even as I type that I realize of course it matters. Ugh, ugh. ugh. I blame Tim Daley.
A rare sighting of Finney and Bleecker in close proximity to each other.