Good news.

Actual good news.

We got the back-nine just days before the strike started, so there was no time for celebration. Now days before the strike ends, this. I was all alone and folding laundry when I found out, which made me panic that somehow I wasn’t supposed to find out that there’s a second season. See, I’m no longer used to taking in good news and just enjoying it. I keep thinking there’s a catch. I’m really looking forward to that defense mechanism coming down.

That is, if I can convince Larry David to keep writing all my scripts.