I might have slept four and a half hours last night. Maybe.
This morning I spent three hours finishing Thomas Wolfe's Look Homeward, Angel (1929)
Other than that, I was sort of a useless train wreck today. But Spooky and I saw Sam Mendes' 1917 (2019) which is brilliant and heartbreaking and beautiful and horrific, and you should see it, if you have nor already. Really, I can't heap enough praise on this film. And Roger Deakins' cinematography is simply perfect, propelling us breathless and headlong through the story even as the protagonists are propelled on their desperate quest (Deakins is the guy who won an Oscar for his work on Blade Runner 2049, by the way). It's rare that I see a film that I would not change one single instant of, but 1917 is one of those films.
And tonight we saw Troop Zero (a Netflix film), which was very, very sweet and sorta exactly what I needed after 1917. Also, Mckenna Grace is my new pick for an actress to play Dancy Flammarion. She should be ready for the part in about three or four years.