Playing tonight on the treadmill: Emma with Gwyneth Paltrow and Death’s Shadow, a “darkly humorous” British television mystery. Eliot came home from the video store once (when you still went out to the video store) with a movie called Liza about a guy who kills himself by huffing paint. I’m hoping these movies will be a bit better, but I’m not holding my breath. At least I’ve got the treadmill to entertain me… I need to install a mini fridge in the garage and stock it with beer to attract treadmill company. And maybe start calling the room “the sauna.” What do you think?
In other news, I have not killed Eliot’s garden while he’s been gone. I’ve watered it twice daily and it looks none the worse for my attention. I’ve still got some time to kill everything. The tomatoes, peppers, onions, and squash have to put up with me through Sunday.