the ocean

You know you're having a great weekend when you're compulsively searching your house for a pink spiral bound notebook containing the details of your 2000 European vacation so you can confirm whether it was the National Gallery or the British Museum you went to or both. See, I'm headed to London tomorrow for work and may have a bit of time for tourism, and god forbid I go to the same places I saw more than two decades ago. (Though the Tate Modern is exempt from that rule, as I love it and they've added a whole building since I was last there.) I mean, seeing the Rosetta Stone twice is basically an asshole move. So I have to get to the bottom of this vital issue through a little archeological dig of my own.

Other than that, I'm lightly working, getting up in the gym working on my fitness (hat tip to Fergie), and going to a Steppenwolf event that my friend is organizing tonight. Oh, and we watched Killers of the Flower Moon last night, bringing us to eight out of ten best picture nominees viewed. It was well made but so, so long. Like, we were thinking we'd split it in half but at the two hour mark just agreed that we felt a strong urge to get it wrapped up once and for all. We did take water breaks and pee breaks (circle of life), though. I can't imagine if we'd seen it in theaters and had to watch Leo make that frowny face for three and half hours straight without any kind of respite. 

I also went out and saw my niece and nephew for a bit. Maggie has been cast as a pirate in a production of Peter Pan (updated and non racist, to be clear) and is absolutely loving it. I did always feel she had the appropriate qualities for piracy. Jack has just finished book six of Harry Potter and is a bit too focused on the body count for my liking. But reading is in fact fundamental, as they say. 

Anyway, I'm sure to have an excessive number of thoughts on London when I return, so look out.