Home.
We started watching The Fugitive tonight, which neither of us has ever seen. We know about it. obviously, but neither of us has actually seeeeen it.
It’s so good! Instantly good. And it’s funny, because the opening act is very old school — the escape from the prison bus especially (except for the violence being depicted so graphically), and then the freight train, etc. Made me think of something I’d have seen in the 30s or 40s. There was something over the top and sensationalized that reminded me of older black and white there.
We spent the morning with the Sudan Valdez’s, drove home, took a nap, walked the pups, I watched LEWIS HAMILTON WIN HIS FIRST RACE IN ALMOST THREE YEARS…and then we veg’d out. It was a tired, good day.
Night night.