Not Betty Gilpin's year. H*ck to covid, I say. This is really a shame; it was quite a good show. On an irrelevant note, it's also responsible, by exposing me to the documentary about IRL GLOW, for one of my favorite dreams: I was watching the GLOW credits on television and brain had to come up with a tune. The result was confusingly dreadful and I was baffled it made it to air. (apparently I am not secretly a skilled musician)