Yesterday morning was a delightfully exhausting one composed of overlapping conversations with three different Charleses.
There was Chuck Colbert, a reporter, dishing about the planned palace coup.
There was Charles Busch, talking about his new play The Divine Sister.
And, there was a favorite correspondent who has a variety of red herring noms, including the above. We compared notes about the men of DC.
I don't know how I ever managed to fit work into the day. Really.