I should have gone to bed early last night. I mean, I had to get up at 4:45am to make my flight to Orlando.
But once Twitter exploded with the news that Craig Ferguson announced his retirement while taping last night’s Late Late Show, I had to stay up and watch.
To mix metaphors, misery loves rubbing salt in the wound.
I love Craig Ferguson on Late Late Show. Who else could even conceive a robot skeleton, dancing horse, and invisible band…and turn them into such irreverent, hilarious TV night after night? Craig’s segments are improvised and spontaneous — and probably every publicist’s nightmare — and that’s why they are so much fun to watch.
I was truly heartbroken at the news.
Then I watched the show. Craig seemed lighter and happier once he has made the announcement. I think keeping the news to himself all these weeks has been wearing. And a future full of new possibilities has him all excited.
I understand that lust for change. So I can be supportive as he chooses this new path.
But I won’t lie and say it doesn’t hurt.