A couple of birdies landed in the bush in front of Phryne's window. Exciting times here this morning. I had a lot of meetings, yesterday, AND I skated at the park. It filled my whole day and I didn't get anything additional done. Being on my routine (finally) has been great, but I wonder what I'd feel like if I let the productivity go for a while. If I just read books and watched movies all day like that character from Tana French's book. That might not be nice for Mitch. He's probably worried a little already that he might be married to a freeloader.
I've been reading Louis Theroux's book, and Mitch and I watched an episode of his documentaries last night -- the one with the Phelps family. All Theroux all the time anymore. It's weird feeling, how I had never heard of Adam Buxton (and before that Richard Herring, and before that Susan Calman), and now I know a lot about him, Joe Cornish, and Louis Theroux. This whole mini world of middle-aged British men who have had interesting careers and some celebrity. They feel like a staple of pop-culture, but of course they're not -- at least not for Americans, especially Americans like me who's pop culture is pretty limited. It's one of those instances of when, once I find out about something, I feel like everybody already knows about it, and that anybody who doesn't know about it is hopelessly behind the curve.
Time to MLog. Although this next one is a documentary. Do I want to start a separate DLog? I don't think so... I don't really watch enough docs to justify that.
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