I would have loved working for her because it would have brought me one step closer to working for ultimate-possibly-bad-guy Elon Musk, and his wife, Grimes. I don’t want to be their nanny, but I’d love to be their PA.
I spend a lot of time in my head during this period of isolation and social distancing. Sometimes, when I’m out on a run, and the weather is nice,
I have a place along the Ballona Creek, where I can lay down under the shade of a tree, in a pile of leaves. I can’t see what lies under these leaves. Decaying, organic, moist. Ants and spiders crawl up through the leaves and across my arms. It’s at these times that I sit and think about the future.