She said don't ride motorcycles two feet off the ground

I don't feel like I have a lot to report about my life lately, but I am trying not to disappear. The first half of today was primarily characterized by being terrible and the second half included stressful financial errands, but also a really good bagel (chased with a donut, so that it took me until dinner to eat something that was not toroidal), driving a car for the first time in nearly ten years (around a parking lot, because I didn't want anybody to die, but it was surprising and reassuring how much I had not forgotten), making a double batch of brownies with a heavy concentration of chocolate chips and sour cherries, and curling up with spatch to watch Howard Hawks' Only Angels Have Wings (1939), a late birthday present courtesy of Criterion's half-off sale last week. I truly love that movie and need to write about it one of these days. I need to do a lot of things, like sleep more and not be in so much pain.