This Bird Has Flown

Way too early this morning we all got up and drove the Spouse and Avocado off to the airport to catch a 6:30 flight to New York, whence she will head off to Vermont on the camp bus on Saturday morning. She will have a splendid time. I will miss her. I'd better start writing letters to her right now, lest she write reproachfully--not to say vulgarly--about the letters' lack.

And then, I think, a nap. I was up at 4:30, and didn't like it.

That Was Fun

We got tickets to a preview of Hancock and went this evening (thank you, Entertainment Weekly. It's terrific. The ads and previews mostly play up the funny--and it is funny--but that's just the set up. It has, to my mind, a really satisfying and cohesive storyline that contrives to be heroic, romantic, funny and sweet at the same time. We got to go for free, but I'd have been happy to pay to see this one.

(I should note that Sarcasm Girl, who came with me, tends to get motion sick, and I was a little worried that--between the motion, particularly in the beginning of the film, and the fact that we were sitting near the front of the theatre--she might get ill. She managed okay, however. If you're on the motion-sick side, make sure you sit near the back of the theatre. But don't let that stop you from seeing it.)