Duchess Goldblatt

She doesn't have my bone structure, LL.

Coyotes are well known for their reverent attention during dance recitals, but do as you must.

If you're comfortable with the level of evil currently afoot not to dance it away, then by all means.

I would rather die than discourage you from letting your freak flag fly.

You choose, honey bun.

Little less conversation, little more ritualistic dancing in the moonlit forest to ward off evil, please.

Just tooling around the lake district today in my Mercedes S-class pinewood derby car. Anything happening out there I should know about?

I think the universe holds me back from people until they're emotionally ready for the impact. Hello, sweets. I'm glad to see you.

Why would you intrude upon his privacy when he's in his chosen spot?

I see a lot of you trying to cheer each other up and cheer each other on. It all adds up. I'm keeping a tally.

I love that you began proselytizing first.

Thank you, pumpkin.

I do.

You honor me, Charlie. Thank you, sweets.

I knew I was forgetting something.

I can't bear to look. Someone check and see if I'm on the list.

When can I expect my allotment?

People can't afford to go spraying apostrophes around right now, Benjamin.

My God, I'm gorgeous. Hello, pumpkin.

People traveling on the interstate need Goldblattian energy as much as anyone, I suppose.

Maybe she'd lost some of her teeth and was regretting her lost youth.

And we are reunited at last! Hello, beloved!

All I see are kind eyes trying to hide a bountiful love for me.

I've extended my online blackout. You may entertain yourselves by doodling my name over and over in your diary, like any other weekend.

If it isn't my director of PR and global theatre management! Good morning, sunshine.

Good morning! Today I'd like you all to disconnect completely from the ongoing horrors. I won't post, so you will not miss anything critically Goldblattian. Go.

Righteous and good.

He was a champion of goodness in his time on earth and he tried to make the world more beautiful, so yes.

Ice cream for dinner: appropriate self-care.
Ice cream for lunch: any pretense at normalcy is gone. Lunacy reigns. 10/10.

Mollie, please. My eyes.