The Husband took My Kid to school in Brooklyn Heights on his way to his office at Rockefeller Center. After the cleaning lady arrived at the apartment my old clown college roomate and I went out for coffee. She’s New York for a production meeting. We had time for breakfast at Junior’s before she got on the subway. We talked about her work as a puppeteer (she’s been hired for a commercial) and my work as a clown (in rehearsal for Clown Axioms at La MaMa Experimental Theatre Club). Is this really my life?