No, I’m NOT watching the [stupid] Oscars.
Paul has it on TV in the other room (I’m up in my office still working!). I can hear Ellen Degeneres talking/talking/talking. I wonder what they pay her to do this gig tonight? Probably more than I make in 3 years! Even longer, no doubt. She’s telling jokes – I can hear her in the background.
Well, I’ve typed, rested, typed, vacuumed, ate a little, typed some more, watched a movie, typed some more, made dinner, ate dinner, and here I am back upstairs typing. And after all that typing, you’d think I’d be done with my Monday’s work – well you’d be wrong. I am not done, but I am on the home stretch – working on my last doctor.
I’m going downstairs now to see if possibly PBS is NOT having a fundraiser (which they seem to have every other week lately) and maybe is going to be showing a good show. Last Sunday it was a repeat of a PRIME SUSPECT show with Helen Mirren. I watched it – again – just because I LOVE HELEN MIRREN. Say, isn’t she up for an Oscar tonight? I remember the good old days when Sunday night meant MASTERPIECE THEATRE – you could count on it. Those days are gone, sadly. If we get a Masterpiece Theatre, it’s rare these days.
The movie I watched was one I got on amazon called DEVOTION starring Leslie Howard. Yes, it was a real oldie. REAL OLDIE. It was ever so good though. I love Leslie Howard, and I’ve just sent for a copy of the version of Wuthering Heights with Leslie Howard, Merle Oberon, and Lawrence Olivier. I think it’s the 1939 version. I’ve seen other versions of that Emily Bronte story, but I always liked this version the best.
Anyway, I’ve got to get outta here. My neck is giving me fits. It hurts almost all the time now, and I’ve got to get into a different position. Time for work is over for tonight.
No pictures for you today.