Again, it has been a while, but I have had a week to myself with my wife out of town visiting her aunt and writing has falled somewhat by the wayside.
It has been quiet and I have filled myself with movies with the potential of turning my brain to gel, Thor, The Green Hornet and one other I can't recall. However, I have watched a couple of Cary Grant classics.
I did watch the USC-Syracuse game yesterday; USC a bit sloppy at the outset, but won nonetheless, with more than the squeaker of last week.
Pro-Football is not my cup of tea; it seems so mechanical, lacking the verve of college games, though even those have become increasingly so, if not professional, given the University of Miami scandal. I watched some of that game as well, noting the the announcers said nothing of that issue. If you're not aware of it, here's just one of the stories: University of Miami scandal brings out hypocrisy on campuses.
Ah, even my Yankees were caught up in a steriod scandal this year.
It's beginning to look like Curling is the only legitimate sport around any more.
Even the new Harlan Coben novel, Shelter, disappoints me. It arrived on my Kindle, pre-ordered from Amazon a couple of weeks ago (No, this is not a commercial), described as the new "Mickey Bolitar" novel. I probably didn't notice that it was first described as a "teen" novel. Now it's not bad, but it's not even close to his others. What is it with my favorite mystery writers these days; the last Lawrence Block "Matt Scudder" book was more about Matt's move into AA and sobriety than anything else.
Well, it's my last day of "freedom," as my wife gets home tomorrow afternoon. I'll spend the day prone on the couch, watching old movies and playing with my dog.