Blah.
Sick and tired today. I slept in and I think that helped. I'm going to make pitiful noises and hopefully also get home from work a little early tonight, even if it means missing a couple of hours. I was stuffy and drippy yesterday, and now today on top of that I'm achey. Hope I don't get breaky.
We watched "Psycho" with Will last night. That gets better every time I see it. I know it's probably not news to anybody, but Anthony Perkins was robbed of the Oscar that year. Did he even get nominated for that? Keep in mind that for roughly half the movie, even when he's not wearing a dress, he's playing a man whose psyche has been completely overtaken by a dead woman. Tasha laughed at the action finale, but I forgive her. It is a little unnerving.
I have about 20 hours of Hitchcock on my DVR. Life is good! This weekend I'm going to concentrate on getting better and do as much around the house as I can. Tasha's working so I'll have the run of the family, with all that entails.
"Dad!"
"Dad!"
"Dad!"
"Dad!"