We have officially started SET LIFE with The Five Star Weekend. It’s my first time on set in six years, first time as a Showrunner, and I am officially confronting my innate desire to apology for my body for no reason. Stepping around a grip or camera person, sorry, sorry. The AD asks people to clear the area, sorry, I step behind a light, and she has to remind me, I wasn’t talking to you. You stay where you are. I try to talk to an actor, I trip over a wire, Sorry. I hum with Sorry. I take my place behind the monitor in the second row of chairs, the row I’m used to, and it takes me a minute to realize my chair is actually in the front. Not Sorry, I move my body to it.