Morning Ruminations

Sadly, it looks pretty much certain that we can no longer delay the inevitable-- that we will have to put our old dog down shortly. He can no longer walk straight, his hearing and vision are almost entirely shot, and he has that sad gait of resignation. He's fourteen years old now and breaks my heart every time I hear him crash into a wall or prostrate himself on the patches of uncarpeted floor. Soon, sadly, soon.

Looks like there is a very long day ahead. There must be more coffee, there must be more coffee.

RK: Watched the Ian Holm Lear yesterday and was pleasantly surprised. Holm, as usual, was very good, even if there were a few questionable readings, and even if Holm himself seems too dimunitive for my imagination. The performance on the whole, though, is solid, and the supporting cast is surprisingly good-- even the three actresses playing Lear's daughters. The production is very good. I do have some difficulties with the anachronistic tendencies of the performance (bombs going off, soldiers wearing armour that is temporally inconsistent), but these are minor. A good show, and I would indeed encourage people to watch it.

Ah, the newspaper has arrived. It is now time to kick some NYTimes Crossword ass.