Once again, it’s late as I write this! And, again, it was because I watched a movie.
This time, the movie was the old Murder on the Orient Express, which is from all the way back in the early 70s. I have to admit, I’m not overall that much a fan of the 70s style of photography–except when it comes to SciFi, for some reason–but this movie did end up charming me in the end.
I’ve always had a soft spot for Hercule Poirot. My mom and dad used to watch him in Masterpiece Theater back in the day on PBS, when the only way to watch British imports was through public television. I’m not sure who the actor was who played Hercules Parrot, but my parents loved him, and so did I because of it. I loved watching the end scenes, when he would solve it all. Same thing for the Sherlock Holmes mysteries, with the same obligatory endings.
This movie delivered that. It was a nostalgic thrill.
It was a nice ending to a rather rough day emotionally. The building continues to demand inordinate amounts of time, even for both Liz and I switching off. I wrote not much at all; though, I did write, and what I wrote was rather good.
There was also the matter of Justice Kennedy on the Supreme Court announcing that he was going to retire in just over a month, and Trump is going to be picking his second justice…which is rather devastating. And not just to me. It seems to have set my entire social sphere ablaze…and justifiably so…
All in all, a rough day. I went out and bought a bottle of good Japanese whisky because it seemed an appropriate response, though I hardly had one glass of it, just to taste and make sure it was as good as I remembered. It was. Ohishi Sherry Cask.
Now the pups are asleep, and it’s time for me to do the same.
Good night.
Tomorrow is a work day. Gunning for 4,000 words, though I’m not sure that’s realistic given I’m working with a stretch of chapters that are kind of half-done, and somehow, that always seems to be slower work than just writing on the fly. But…I’ll be putting in the hours nonetheless.