more movies and post-whatever-fatigue

[sidravitale]

So, too much intensity in my life at the time when I get ruinously depressed over the anniversary of my father's death. Fortunately, no court dates, but I did cry a lot, and then some more. Which is good, because I suck at crying and it frequently takes a physical trigger for me to cross that edge and let emotional pain out. Makes it hard to sleep, as did the heat/humidity.

So, this week? Wine, and old movies, and vague ideas about recuperation. Grieving is exhausting, no matter how old the hurt.

The movies in question? "The Philadelphia Story", and "The Lady Eve". The latter I'd not seen before and is WONDERFUL. (The former, I had seen before, and, also wonderful.) If I'm lucky, something new from Netflix will be waiting for me when I get home tonight.

The cat barricades my pillow from bad dreams, silent protectress. Alas, she thinks I should wake on her schedule.