I can’t have Sunday Cinema; I’ve only watched two movies so far and I’m on to Snapped. I suppose I could watch a third movie and then post, but I want to get this done. As I mentioned yesterday, I have knitting to do. I also want to get back into my sweats. Well, that is silly of me; I could put the sweats on and then make the post. No, make the post now before I talk myself out of it.
Some might advise me to stop being a daily blogger if it is such a chore. I would argue (if I was any good at argument, which I am not) that some things are worth doing even if they are a chore. They would no doubt reply (I told you I was no good at argument) that most of my posts are probably not worth the effort. I advise them to seek out more worthy blogs and to leave me alone. Yes, I have numerous arguments with imaginary critics.
As you may have guessed, it is Wrist to Forehead Sunday.
Earlier, before I was ready to swoon on the chaise and was actually having a pretty good day, we watched The Tingler (1959), produced and directed by William Castle and starring Vincent Price. I LOOOOVE William Castle movies! I do not have enough of them on DVD.
After The Tingler, Steven suggested His Girl Friday (1941). Rosalind Russell and Cary Grant, snappy dialogue, a fast moving script, it was an excellent suggestion. I missed parts of it while I fixed us something to eat then made my salad for the week’s lunches, but I have seen it many times before and will no doubt watch it again.
After the movie, I wrote some post cards and walked to the post office with them. I felt quite virtuous doing this, since I had gone for a long (for me) run this morning. Come December, I will OWN that Reindeer Run 5K. And by “own” of course I mean shuffle along toward the back of the pack and enjoy myself.
So I am feeling moderately less wrist-to-foreheady since I see I am over 350 words and I don’t feel this is too heinous of a post. I think I deserve to put on my sweats and maybe have a glass of wine. Happy Sunday, everyone.