Can't tell if it's me or the room that's moving

[sovay]

While many more pressing problems exist in my life, e.g. I have some kind of exhausting cold (because the pandemic is not in fact over, multiply tested with different brands of test and no confirmed or even suspected contacts) and I still can't tell how many upstairs neighbors we have because a seemingly infinite number of people of various ages have been clattering in and out of the apartment with accessories and furniture and then dragging it around the floors over our heads all day (at some point it would be nice if they put down rugs), I just wish to complain about the fact that it seems increasingly likely that I will end up watching at least a selection of Peyton Place (1964–69) after years of total indifference to its cultural phenomenon because I have discovered the third and fourth seasons contain a major arc with Dan Duryea. Fortunately it does not appear to be readily available to me, but this is a problem I did not foresee when I discovered Duryea in 2015.

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Also, I paid $4.59 for a dozen eggs this morning. I don't know how people are living.

Well, at the moment, I am listening to the Zoom of the memorial concert for Dick Pleasants currently taking place at the Somerville Theatre, which I found out from spatch just about half an hour ahead of time. I had no idea that Ruby Dee and Ossie Davis had a child who is a legendary bluesman, but his name is Guy Davis and he opened his set with "Kisses Sweeter Than Wine." It helps.

*hugs*