It took 40 minutes to drive the seven miles home from work this evening. The end of a holiday weekend and the tourists chose to leave at the same time – always the case.
While slipping out of my work drag and into a dry martini, I turned on the TV and was pleasantly surprised to find myself facing William Wyler’s “The Best Years of Our Lives” – which I haven’t seen in many years. Magnificent filmmaking. Every shot is a gem. It was just what I needed this evening. I studied this film in detail when I was at NYU, and watching it today took my mind off the pain, brought back many memories and made me cry for someone other than myself.
After supper I downed a painkiller, which should be kicking in any time now. I pray it will get me through the night without disruption. We shall see. If I don’t see blood in my urine soon, I might go mad. Well, more than I am already. OK?
I don’t know how I am still standing. Well, I guess since I can’t sit, or lie down, standing would be the only option.
And so it goes.