tomorrow night, the last episode of THE PLOT AGAINST AMERICA airs. and i just want to write down the thought that's gone around & around my head for the last month:

when i think back on this & every other acting job that meant anything to me, it's the people who stick with me.

the moments I had on set: watching Stew our 1st cameraman work with Martin our DP finding the shots, standing with Minkie or Tommy our directors next to the monitor watching my stand-in Olivia as our grips prepared the lighting, shooting the shit with Morgan & Azhy & Caleb

joking around with Ryan & Sam & TJ and all the other PAs, hugging our crafty maven Lourdes, listening as David Simon and Winona talked baseball & Roth, listening to the democratic debates with our teamster Aaron on the way home or to @Mediagoon talk about the Mets or his puppy

the tenderness with which my makeup & hair team Erin & Danielle would care for me during an emotional scene, how Danielle's teamster boyfriend would bring pizza when we were on location, every actor who was only there for one scene & brought everything, there's too much to list

I loved these people. Some of them are friends for life, some I'll never see again maybe, but they're with me always. And it's always this way on sets, it's always a very deep hello and an uncertain goodbye. And life is complicated & I'm not always good at keeping in touch.

But that's what I miss, in this time of not seeing others & certainly not going to work on a set. I will miss the camaraderie & the casual way our lives become deeply enmeshed for a moment. That's the beautiful part, that's the part worth something, no matter what you're making

To wit: I will never forget driving home from Mount Rushmore with @BillHeckyes and @GRAINGERHINES & pulling over in the middle of nowhere to look at the electric blue stars. That was just as good as any other part of being in a Coen Brothers movie, honestly. Them & those stars.