My Friday morning was pretty quiet, still working on the Ireland photo book. Then we took the cats for their yearly checkups and suffered the slings and arrows, well, the claws and teeth of outrageous fortune getting them into the carriers, only to be serenaded piteously the entire five-minute drive from the apartment to the vet. Effie has a bit of an ear infection, so we will be assaulted nightly trying to get medicine into her ear, but they are otherwise hopefully healthy, though the bloodwork is still at the lab.
We watched the last episode of Disclaimer because we knew it was the last episode, but it ended pretty much as I expected because it's been obvious for several weeks what a manipulative, misogynistic piece of shit it was. I'm sure Blanchett will win awards for it, the same way she did for Woody Allen movies I couldn't watch, but I may never watch another Alfonso Cuaron movie. Now we're watching the American Fever Pitch because we've never seen it and it fits my mindless requirement for this week.
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