If you haven’t, go right now and rent the movie Amelie and watch it. It’s got subtitles, but don’t be scared. We’ve held my nephew’s copy hostage since Christmas, and I really should get it back to him. We watched it again last night and was delighted once again.
Today was a very productive day at work. I found a way to dispose of about 1200 computers. That was in the first 30 minutes of work, so I felt like I could just coast the rest of the day. I didn’t.
Il Maestro was at rehearsal tonight. I can never understand his broken English/Russian/Whatever. Tonight was no exception. I came away with a tremendous headache. I just hope this thing sounds better with the orchestra. The guy sitting next to me is a surfer dude with coconut-smelling hair. he always sings just a bit loud, more than a little bit behind the beat, and always with a scoop just before the next note.
I drove home with the top back and a full moon shining, thinking about the hot tub. When I got home, Glynda’s car was in the drive, and all the lights were off. I immediately knew they were thinking the same thing. As I sat in the hot water, my only thought was, I have a great life.