My lovely four-day vacation, during which I didn’t even once glance at my work e-mail, is pretty much at an end. I don’t return to the office until Tuesday, but the work e-mail will have to be re-opened again tomorrow.
It was a pretty uneventful long weekend, the 4th of July holiday (and the fireworks that have commenced that and every evening since) notwithstanding.
I watched a couple of movies, Death Race, which surprised me by being dumb but entertaining, and also Dredd, which was pretty much just dumb. It shows a few glimmers of being something other than a dark and generic sludge, mostly near the end, but it continues a long tradition of Karl Urban making no real impression on me. (Seriously, the only thing I’ve ever really liked him in are the Star Trek movies, where he’s basically just doing a very passable DeForest Kelley impression. Here, you never even see the top of his face.) I also re-watched Rushmore this morning while I did the Sunday crossword. I’d forgotten how good that movie is.
And that’s pretty much it. No writing group this week, although I chipped away a little at a short story, not making much progress, but needing to get back into it all the same. (I’m thinking I may start doing “morning pages” again tomorrow.) And I spent a good chunk of the long weekend listening to the audiobook of Stephen King’s The Drawing of the Three. I’d read it a few years ago — read the first four Dark Tower books, in fact — but I’ve wanted to get back into the series, and I’ve really been enjoying listening to it.
Oh, and I gave the dog a quick bath this afternoon.
A quiet (aside from the fireworks) set of days, pleasant (aside from the heat and humidity) but now, alas, at an end.