So the Academy Awards were last night, and although I had no intention of watching (zero interest, despite my decades-long devotion to the Oscars; we’ll discuss all of that in another post), I had to, if only to hear my favorite being nominated for a Best Supporting Actor award. He won previously for producing 12 Years a Slave, but the acting is where he and I met in the first place, so it meant something to yours truly.
He won.
I squealed.
The giddiness was real. Still is.
Bon Monday, wherever you are.
This Square Peg. 