After the first time you told me that you loved me in the New York lights
Physical state: still junk. In order to start my day off with a doctor's appointment, I went to bed early, meaning I lay eight hours in the dark in assorted pain until my alarm went off, doing nothing to persuade me against insomnia. On the other hand, I spent the afternoon with
rushthatspeaks cooking the squash and apple soup from Sean Sherman and Beth Dooley's The Sioux Chef's Indigenous Kitchen (2017) and eventually helping my mother set up an apple crisp and when I came home in the evening,
spatch and I went for a brief walk in the freezing dark during which he captured me looking like a slightly damaged old color photograph. I can deal with that. I am incredibly charmed by this performance of "A Hole in the Bucket" by Harry Belafonte and Odetta. Ernst Lubitsch's The Smiling Lieutenant (1931) is one of the pre-Codiest movies I have ever seen. I had a plan for sleep, but then a cat dozed off on my knees.

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I love how much neither of them even bothers to pretend this song is not an epic job of (successful) stalling.