Today, my physical therapist said it’d be a good idea to try walking around more without my ankle brace, so I’ve actually been walking around like a Real Person all afternoon and evening. I celebrated with Cosmopolitans and a viewing of Hellboy. Wasn’t a bad movie, but it wasn’t as good as the proverbial “everyone” says it is.
So I sit here perhaps on a movie-rebound watching XXX. I like it better – so sue me.
My son and his friends just drove home, with opera (!?) blaring on the radio, and are now playing basketball in the dark. I am afraid to go down there.
Let’s go read some Nero Wolfe, okay?
white pebble 