No fixed abode

[sovay]

Allowing for the phone call from the doctor's at the crack of eight o'clock and the resultant difficulty in falling back asleep thanks to the neighbors' adventures in yardwork, I think I slept almost eleven hours. I dreamed of living in a small room tucked into the honeycomb of a library, which was much more like semi-homeless house-sharing than being a library spirit, alas, and seeing a spectacular cabaret show called Drag of Our Fathers, which I had to double-check with the internet wasn't a real thing, either by title or concept. I can't be the only target audience for historical drag.

selkie pointed me toward this tweet reminding of the awesomeness of Dorothy Arzner. Lucky New Beverly Cinema patrons, getting an eleven-film Arzner retrospective! I'd watch that. And just about everything else on their calendar this month, really.

I have no idea what I am going to do with today. I have that scraped-out kind of feeling you get when your body is not running on pure cortisol for a change. I am thinking maybe I will take a walk. Or just sit around in the afternoon. It's sunny out there.

Comments

[sovay]

That's so good, the eleven hours' sleep.

Thank you!

I hope sitting around in the sunshine won!

Well, it rained suddenly and dramatically in the evening, and naturally while spatch and I were out walking, but before then it was very nice!