I woke up with my right ear and throat hurting, plus, I think, every joint hurting. I asked Luke and he hurts a lot today, too. It's getting warmer tomorrow (maybe 100F) so I'm not going out anyway, but it shouldn't bring pain.
I dropped a DVD off at the post office and got groceries. Pretty basic stuff, since Peapod came on Thursday. Shiva is begging for dry food and it is a bit late, so I'm going to sign off, feed them, and then take some codeine and a nap.
I had a little brain-damaged house finch fledgling a few days ago -- it had a strange ridge at the back of the neck, wouldn't eat or drink (and the adults weren't feeding it), and didn't find anything scary, not even being eye-to-eye with a squirrel. These usually get eaten by a predator or starve unless I can get close enough to wring their necks, which is less pain, but I haven't seen it for 2.5 days so I think it's already dead.
Today I had a little bird at the feeder that looked a lot like a house finch, but it had a black bib and black face and top of head. I'll have to look it up.
And then this morning, we had an adult mourning dove that had what looked like polyfill (or, I suppose, some kind of insulation) attached to its right foot. I saw it before I went to sleep at 6:30 and the polyfill was gone, but it was still limping on the right, putting a wing out every now and then for balance.
I actually watched this Saturday night and forgot to post about it yesterday. It's the 2004 version with Al Pacino and Jeremy Irons. I'd never seen it as a movie which was interesting and much more visually rich except during Shylock's Hath not a Jew eyes? speech, when the director twice pulled away to focus on two women showing breasts across a canal. Did he think the speech was too long and boring? That people might pay attention?
I've also never seen a production where there were words ahead of time explaining the anti-Semitic times and English subtitles.
Otherwise, it was the traditional play, with some excellent acting.