Good morning, all! I slept late. and it was again a night of torturous dreams, rather like a visit from DR MBarnum only less scary. I remember none of them now, thank God.
Today, I have nothing to do unless I want to do it, so this is my first day in ages to laze around. I do have things to do about the apartment, so I'll probaby keep myself busy with small projects, like organizing shelves, and tidying up, but I may spend some part of the day reading and watching backed up DVDs. Last night I watched a British film called THE WAITING ROOM, which I thoughtwas a romantic comedy. It wasn't. It's a sweet, rather melancholic film about two young people in bad romances - he works in a nursing home and lives with a nice young lady he no longer cares for, she's having an affair with her friend's husband - and how they eventually find each other. The cast is good, and I enjoyed it.
I'm down to one Netflix movie now, so I may watch that today.
DR Cillaliz, I'm glad to hear the tornado passed you by. For a minute it sounded like you and Boo were heading to Oz. My mother and her sisters were terrified of tornados when I was growing up; my Ant Dorothy spent hours in her basement whenever there were storms, but I only recall one time in my life that my mother made all of us head to the basement. I do remember a terrible rash of tornado destruction in Cincinnati around 1969 or 1970; my college roommate and I were driving to a movie (OLIVER, maybe? with my friend Bill Sykes?) and had to turn back ecause of the wind and the rain.
More coffee!
