Catching up...

Thursday night, I again went out to the movies, after carefully searching through what was being offered. I settled on Jurassic Park III, and the movie basically delivered. I decided not to see Captain Corelli's Mandolin, if only because all of the reviews on IMDB kept saying the book was tons better.

Last night, Lee stopped by after work and we went out to the Miyako in Clear Lake. She still can't bring herself to eat "real" sushi, so she had a California roll and some miso soup while I had some yellowtail, some tuna, and a couple of hand rolls. I probably should have gone on to Kemah to the Ichiban because that restaurant doesn't have televisions staring at you everywhere you turn, and I was not in a particularly television-watching mood last night.

Especially as my overall well-being was being eroded by whatever has its claws well and truly in me right now. The only "silver cloud" to this lining is that my flight out of here has been cancelled, as United is still not up to running its full schedule. Rumor has it I can use my ticket on Amtrack, except that I have an e-ticket and anyway, I'm sick, and I reserve the right to just lie in bed for a day or so and rest.

I started reading Homer Hickam, Jr.'s memoir Rocket Boys last night and finished it this morning, sleeping fitfully between chapters. The book was made into the movie October Sky, so I pretty much knew what to expect as I turned the pages. The movie pretty much followed the book, except that Homer's dad was made out to be a much less sympathetic hombre in the movie than in the book, and the character of his mother is better developed in the book as well.

I'm tired, and am going to go lie down.

Cheers...

Metamorphosis...

My friends list has changed, in terms of what's being posted. Dramatically. I guess the overall tone of most posts has changed, becoming more political, relecting people's core beliefs. No all of such posts are pretty.

The posts in my LJ friends is a smorgasbord of sundry and various opinions regarding the events of last Tuesday. Some, rather knee-jerkingly patriotic; others, well... let's just say that the posts would sound more integral and consisten if the writers hadn't wasted keystrokes decrying the attack and had just concentrated on parroting the oft-recycled, stale condemnations of the U.S. as the Nexus of All Evil and Justified Target of Violence.

For all that, I've pretty much spent the day away from my computer. Lee came by around 2:30 pm, by herself (her roommates declining the opportunity to help her move some stuff). Unfortunately, the "door" on the payload bay of the rental pickup prevents hauling anything taller than the height of the bay, and none of the U-Haul places had any trucks available.

So, I followed Lee up to her apartment in the truck. When we got there, we unloaded what few things we did put in the truck, and then we went to the Phoenicia for a bite to eat. While there, Lee bought some chocolate-covered wafers (shaped like cylinders), while I bought a bottle of Mavrodaphne of Patras sweet red wine.

The only down side to the whole exercise was having to drive all the way back to Pearland.

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Physically, I feel about the same as this morning, but better than this afternoon, so maybe I'm past the worst of whatever the heck I had.

If I feel okay tomorrow, I'll apply myself more assiduously to getting myself out of Texas and back to Colorado. A check of Amtrack showed that my next opportunity to leave town is on Monday, getting me into Albuquerque somewhere after midnight on Tuesday. Ye gods. It is far from an optimum schedule for me, especially considering a three-hour layover in El Paso. All things considered, I prefer to fly out of here, but anticipate a lot of telephone hold time to figure out how to do that.

I'm tired again. Time to go rest my eyes.

Cheers...