I’m sitting here desperately trying not to listen to the U.S. Presidential Debate that’s streaming into my earbuds, because the entire thing seems like such hot-twisted-metal train wreckage that the hairs on my neck get singed just listening to it. And I like my neck-hairs.
And I know that the next month is going to be full of the same, so to spare your hairs, neck-and-other-wise, I’ve recorded a nice long one for you, replete with what I see (through admittedly hazy eyes) as thematic portents to what I’m listening to. Consider this my own personal bailout to you.
2 thoughts on “While the Women are Sleeping”
I couldn’t be more grateful.
On a whim, decided to stop by the website before I turned in for the night (admittedly mentally pleading for another story as I did so) – and what a delight to find a fresh podcast!
(I’d say that I, too, have missed your voice in my ear as I fall off to sleep, but that wouldn’t be fair because I’ve been enjoying the archives.)
Amazing story. One of your absolute best. Thank you. Mg