Yesterday struck me as a quintessential day for Jane and I. Jane reads a lot, and is now reading Human Sacrifice in History and Today, by Nigel Davies. I'm reading a book on the history of novelty and practical joke items, called Cheap Laffs: The Art of the Novelty Item, by Mark Newgarden.
Late at night we'll watch Craig Ferguson and maybe a classic episode of genre tv-- such as Alfred Hitchcock Presents, which is what we watched most of this past week. Or something from our dvd and tape collection, like some weird old Czech film, or some cult 60s shocker. Perhaps a silent film-- last night we watched two short comedies from 1927, starring nobody you ever heard of.
And maybe we'll worry aloud, like we did last night, whether our pet one-eyed garter snake Plissken, living in a tank near the TV, is eating enough. (He's fine.) It'll just be me, Jane, and our 2 cats on the couch, our gargoyle collection staring down at us from a bookcase. And if it's like last night, it'll be foggy outside.
Life is good.