We had a few days of warm weather. And now Cold Spring is back full force. High sixties yesterday, and today we might reach 78˚F, but I sort of doubt it. Currently, we're at 68˚F. In my sleep, I visit dazzlingly torrid places.
I worked on The Screenplay yesterday. I wrote about five pages to Clint Mansell's score for The Fountain and Cliff Martinez' score for Solaris. It's slow and tedious work that in no way resembles writing prose.
Today, I have to fight through the mood crash that the temperature crash brought on. Yesterday's high was more than twenty degrees cooler than Sunday's high.
Kathryn's mom is having knee surgery today.
Yesterday I read another turtle paper, "A new dermatemydid (Testudines, Kinosternoidea) from the Paleocene-Eocene Thermal Maximum, Willwood Formation, southeastern Bighorn Basin, Wyoming." And we watched the new episode of Halt and Catch Fire. We tried a couple of episodes of Mike Judge's Silicon Valley, but I found it tiresome and annoying and unfunny. It's the sort of thing that actually needs a laugh track, so you'll at least know what was meant to be humorous. So, we watched Tarantino's Jackie Brown (1997). I've seen most Tarantino films more times than I can count; I'd only ever seen Jackie Brown once, in the theatre. And Kathryn had never seen it. It's much better than I recall.
Spooky's birthday is very near now, and she has a wish list at Amazon. (hint, hint)