Most of this afternoon I spent at the MFA, where I looked at Art Nouveau jewelry and ran into Dora Goss and her daughter Ophelia, who is currently a Chinese T-rex. The rest of the day went to helping install a dehumidifier, which involved recutting shelves, drilling through walls, running cables, messing around with putty and wires, and half-deafening myself. I suppose this means I lead a balanced life.
The tropical humidity has finally given way to a suitably monsoon deluge, although I have yet to notice any gale-force winds. I may curl up and watch Julius Caesar (1953), which I remember fondly from high school and which I taped off TCM last week. At least if the power goes out, I'll have Shakespeare ringing in my ears (along with the actual ringing in my ears) rather than, I don't know, the current political situation?
What means this shouting? I do fear, the people
Choose Caesar for their king.
. . . Right.
The tropical humidity has finally given way to a suitably monsoon deluge, although I have yet to notice any gale-force winds. I may curl up and watch Julius Caesar (1953), which I remember fondly from high school and which I taped off TCM last week. At least if the power goes out, I'll have Shakespeare ringing in my ears (along with the actual ringing in my ears) rather than, I don't know, the current political situation?
What means this shouting? I do fear, the people
Choose Caesar for their king.
. . . Right.
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