The William Fitzsimmons show last night

William Fitzsimmons was wonderful. The club was teeny tiny, maybe 50 people. It was HOT and we were all sweating. Things got fragrant. A woman named Jenny Owen Youngs opened and she was good. Fine. A little forgettable. Adam dug her for all the reasons I didn't. She was funny, I'll give her that. In fact, when not playing depressing music about divorce and heartbreak, both the acts had hilarious banter and interacted with the audience. Ok, basically it was Adam and Jenny and William. I am married to That Guy. But it worked. William is one hundred percent my kind of people. He is amazing: present, grounded, disarmingly sincere, funny, self-depricating, smart, articulate, and his beard is quite impressive. Oh yeah, and music is sweetly heartbreaking.

After the show we got to chat with him. He and Adam talked about being nerds. Turns out William loves original Star Trek and Star Wars.

Seeing live music was just I needed. I feel refreshed this morning, even though I only got about 5.5 hours of sleep (thanks Bennett!). I'm really trying not to overwhelm myself with the list of things that need to get done today, while Adam is home (bathe B, begin Day One of the Great Box Sort, laundry, respond to a million emails, prep for the interview tomorrow, fill out the last of my visa paperwork, and of course, parent, play and eat). How to stay present and open, but also get things done? Why do Doing and Being sometimes feel incompatible?