Looks like another duvet day. I went out to the park early, and there was a nasty man with a yappy dog trying to catch squirrels, including Stumpy, (who I'd been worrying about as he/she had disappeared again.) I slowed down my exercises to keep an eye on him, but I was a bit scared to say anything, as the bloke was big and mean-looking, like his dog. Harvey was there, too but well-supervised, except for his amorous (?) attack on me.
There are only three crows these days. I'm afraid the one with the injured leg may have snuffed it. *Sigh*
Another good DISCOVERY episode last night. The actor playing Young Spock, unfortunately looks nothing like Leonard Nimoy. (Zachary Quinto was a passable likeness.) His voice is quite similar, though.
During the week, I also watched one of those Netflix true crime sagas, EVIL GENIUS, about this weird femme fatale who bumped off two boyfriends, and probably her husband, then masterminded a bank robbery that ended in the horrible death of a sad,rather simpleminded pawn. In her youth, for some reason, she was considered beautiful,and was highly intelligent. Even in plug-ugly later life she seemed to exert this intense manipulative power over people. Fascinating, rather creepy stuff.
Also highly reccommend DAVID LYNCH: THE ART LIFE, currently on Netflix as well.
In addition to my current multitude of ailments, my eyes are now constantly itching furiously. Maybe from walking around in the wind.