So, the cable got fixed just in time for me to see Amalie, which, since I live in a backwater, I'd never before seen. I enjoyed it, but it made me nostalgic for the years in Los Angeles when I frequently saw foreign movies in real theatres, with audiences that understood them. I miss that.
Now it's late, and I'm tired, and the cat will complain loudly when I remove her from my lap so I can go to bed. She's been on my lap for at least three hours tonight. If I wore loose pants, she'd probably crawl inside them to sleep. Clingy cat.