Traveling later this week so my mind is a little unfocused.

I started John Tottenham’s Service. Made me laugh out loud a few times within the first ten pages. Definitely up my alley.

The other night on Tubi, I watched a pretty lousy 1989 horror flick called I, Madman, noteworthy for two things: its star, Jenny Wright—once an up-and-coming actress—long disappeared, something about a bad accident referenced online that I didn’t wanna dig into; and, my friend, Bruce Wagner, in the end credits. Had to rewind to spot the back of his head, as a piano player about to be offed by the titular madman. Full head of hair. That’s why I didn’t recognize him.

A couple days later at the Siskel, I watched a mismatched double-feature of Spike Lee’s Highest 2 Lowest and Kurosawa’s Stray Dog. The former is a loose remake of a different Kurosawa but that’s where the synergies stop. What Lee offers is a flabby gourmet TV movie-of-the-week while Stray Dog is a nearly note-perfect treatise on desperation and bad choices.

I sold an expensive art book on eBay I’ve had for thirty-five years. It will cover the car rental for my trip. A couple more pieces from the Rainbo show sold as well. Then I got a pet-portrait commission.

Sometimes the universe looks out for me. Can’t explain why but I’m grateful.