It's insane to be this fretful. It does seem I'm suddenly disintegrating all over, though. So damn weak...
Latest couch potato experiences:
Watched a fairly bizarre 50's film, OH...ROSALINDA!, an updated DIE FLEDERMAUS in a postwar Vienna occupied by Allied forces. Very Powell & Pressberger, with those surreal backgrounds and lurid colours. Interesting.
Let down by THE SINNER, the new Saturday mystery. I was sure it had been announced as a new series, but I've definitely seen it. Bah.
NAME OF THE ROSE creeps on. It's improved a bit, but I think four episodes would have worked better than eight.
Much later: I survived, thank gods, but what a dreadful experience. Will spare any readers the extreme TMI, but at one point, I could hear a man yelling in another room. Then another victim, a woman, started going 'Stop!' 'Stop!' 'Stop!' all the time. I think they might have given up, in the end. A few times, I didn't think I could take any more, either, but then I would have had to go back for another try; too horrendous to contemplate.
I'm still experiencing the gross after-effects, but I'm so relieved...It was bliss to swill coffee, and enjoy the latest ep of WAR OF THE WORLDS, with Moon purring on my shoulder.