this morning decided I simply can't get up early, because of the darkness that sticks around so long.
finally, joy of joys, managed to drink some coffee this morning. after almost a week not able to without getting queasy.
last night watched Miss Potter, mostly out of my desire to watch a period-costume-historical-british-drama, of which, I have a weakness. the movies was, only okay. RZ's heavy makeup quite bothered me. was she supposed to be ruddy-faced? I just didn't get it. and had to stop looking at her. long ago, on my trip to the UK. we stopped at her "home". the area really was one of the most lush, beautiful places I'd ever seen.
on the brit-drama note, excited to see PBS devoting four months of Sunday nights to Jane Austen.
last weekend, while ill & bored, pulled from my DVD shelf, an old favorite. Hannah and her Sisters. loved every neurotic, woody-allen, pretentious, 80's NYC, minute of it. after this movie I always want to devote myself to reading my complete e.e.cummings, all 1,000 pgs of it. while listening to jazz.
and am looking forward to one of my favorite photo sites, as though they have ended their year of mornings, they will soon begin, a year of evenings (and yes d., they did get a book deal, as you so cynically predicted)
anyway, before the book deal. a quilt for my soon-to-be-born niece. I'm thinking....butterflies.
i know. i saw that. in all uncynicalness, they totally deserve it. my cynical attitude towards their project is really just masking my jealousy. i'm terribly excited about their evening project.
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