Strange weather continues. It's warm and muggy, but a cold front is supposed to push through later today, along with a round of strong thunderstorms. It's tried to rain a couple of times already, but it's not quite time yet. You can feel the pressure building.
Life on the prairie. You learn to feel these things after awhile.
When the storm does hit, I'll put Tsuki away in the bedroom and let Ryoko free. Poor cat is afraid of storms, whereas Tsuki doesn't much care. She'll just climb under the covers of our bed and go to sleep.
I was up with the dawn, as usual, but then dozed off in the comfy chair. Trying to get some things done around the house, but spacing things out. I'm running on the low side right now. It's a natural cycle (happens every autumn), so I try to just work with it until it passes.
The grumpy mailguy is back. I happened to be at the mailbox when he drove up (usually he's there earlier on Saturdays). He chatted with me while he sorted, since he saw from the Archdiocesan newsletter (the "Archbishop's Snooze-letter" in his parlance) that I was Catholic. He asked some pointed questions about the new parish, about which there has been controversy. I told him what little I know, we meet in a elementary school gym, no plans have been mentioned for building yet, but some farmer donated land several years ago, so there is a site. Turns out he goes to the Latin Mass, which probably means he's SSPX
. No wonder he's so bitchy.
Dad is still down with that cold/flu/whatever. His heart procedure was delayed until Monday, and he's determined to go in. Mom has decided to let him, and then if it turns out he has pneumonia again, they'll just keep him there. He's so stubborn! Mom was also sick, but sounded much better today. That trip they took last month really wore them out.
The first two episodes of Mindhunter (on Netflix) were quite good, although very, very dark. The writing and acting are top notch, and the costumes and art production are very good. The series is set in the late 1970's, an era I'm old enough to remember quite clearly. What really caught my eye is the cinematography--the color filters they used remind me of photographs I have from that time. It's a subtle touch, but brilliant. It's not a detective show in the purest sense, but more like the true crime genre.