I tried to watch an old movie, but kept falling asleep. As soon as I gave up and turned it off, I was wide awake. Maybe the movie was at fault. It was Stanley Kramer's 1960's production of Katherine Anne Porter's Ship of Fools. I saw it many years ago at the Orpheum Theatre in Los Angeles. I believe it was the splendidly ornate decor of the theatre which kept me awake that time. I can recommend the theatre, but not the movie.
The last day of January is when I usually realize that I'll probably survive the winter. So far this year, it's felt like winter for about sixty or seventy hours altogether. I have no sense of accomplishment.
The clouds in the east have turned a pleasant salmon color. They've made me crave either lox or persimmons. No matter that I can't decide. I have neither.