Another perfect flight. It was scheduled for 2:00, and the wheels left the ground at 2:00. I managed to choke down half an Updike story in last week's New Yorker, then realized life was too short to finish it. Got home in time to do laundry at the same time I always do laundry on Sunday. Back to thumb-typing.
Arrived to find a new roommate moving in, also named Matt. The guy helping him move was yet another Matt. For a few minutes there, there were three Matts in this apartment.
Matt Matt Matt. Where will it end?
Saw this movie produced by this guy Val Lewton. The Seventh Victim. Then a documentary about Val Lewton. I need to find his movies and put them on my Netflix, and so do you.