…been plagued by bad, desperate dreams the past couple of weeks. The kind that, once dreamed, insist on sticking around. So, yeah. No rest. The bum shoulder doesn’t help, but I’m only five months into rehab with probably seven more to go. Stabbing pain all night long.
Screw it.
Enough complaining.
Stayed up and watched Kubrick’s Paths of Glory last night. What a film! Hadn’t see it before. Echoes of Breaker Morant. Or vice versa. But a story of its own.
Read an interesting story in the NYer the other day. “Dark Horse.” Admired what the author did with the piece after a showy opening.
Finished a short of my own this morning. One I’ve been working on for a couple of weeks. Calling it “Old Flames.” We’ll see what comes of it.