Today (what's left of it), I'm going to take some time to rest. I've done two stories in as many weeks, and I'll have to spend the next two or three days getting #48 together and out the door. Then I have to get serious about Blood Oranges and...well, other stuff.
Here in Providence, it's still cloudy. A strong wind last night, the sort that sets my nerves on edge. We did have about ten minutes of sun yesterday, from 3:14 p.m. (CST) until 3:24 or so.
And I think I should probably make an effort to leave the house today.
Last night, we watched Jim Jarmusch's The Limits of Control (2009). It's a peculiarly quiet, still film. After the first half hour or so, I realized that the film's minimal use of dialogue, the bleak Spanish countryside, bleaker halls of Modernist concrete architecture, and that omnipresent hush were all conspiring to create a suffocating sense of unease. All in all, I have mixed feelings about the film, and suspect I wasn't in the right frame of mind for it.
I think maybe the sun's trying to come out again...