End of Friday

 The good effects of yesterday's physical therapy were gone by the time I ended today's group therapy (notes will appear tomorrow). I napped when I came home, since then I have been going the email and working on blog posts. It is a form of procrastination.

I went  down to the convenience store around 10, the thunder and lightning got me out of the door, finally. A strange thing happened when I came back. I encounter a fellow, probably in his twenties, about as tall as me and much thinner coming towards me. He asked me if I knew anyone living in the houses. I told him I did not. He started muttering to him; saying something about not strong-arming an old man. Yeah, I did not think that was going to happen, but I did not need my glasses broken. When I got back here, I called 911. That he followed me back here was a bother.

 Poetry Out Loud has a Hoosier going forward.

Charlie G did not like Darryl Hannah, but I have since the early days: From android to assassin: Daryl Hannah’s 10 best films – ranked! (The Guardian). I would have put in her performance in Two Much, a silly film.

I have seen Wet Leg pop up on my YouTube feed without taking them seriously, but ‘This weird dream just keeps going!’ Wet Leg on overnight success, sexual epiphanies and facing fears (The Guardian) leave me thinking they are legit.

The Guardian's Val Kilmer: an ethereally handsome actor who evolved into droll self- awareness is probably a more than fair assessment of Kilmer's career - at least, it mentions Willow - but does not mention his early comedies like Real Genius. 

Today's thunderstorm is not nearly as dramatic as last night's with its harsh winds and destruction.

I have a few more posts to attend to, so good night.

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