
Took a day for myself Friday. Drove to Lexington to see Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part 1, which was unsurprisingly spectacular. I don't know how they do it, but every movie in this franchise continues to improve on its predecessor. DR1 brings Hayley Atwell into the cast, and she's just wonderful, of course, and Kittridge's return was a real surprise, and there's Esai Morales, who should always get more work, and Pom Klementieff was pretty terrific in her barely-speaking-but-much-fighting role. A fast 163 minutes.
Had some time to kill, so I stopped by the new-to-me game store in (ugh) Fayette Mall and found some suitable minis. Went over to Southland Drive and another shop ... and found another two-pack of minis. And then things got weird for me. I went to Joseph-Beth, and felt out-of-place. No titles jumped out at me. I got bored browsing. So damned strange.
Having been reminded of how much I dislike driving in Lexington, I headed south on US27 as the afternoon commuter crawl was starting. Stopped in Nicholasville for a tasty brisket sandwich, then headed to Somerset for the Delta Green game.
Refueled the Escape, bought drinks, went to the store. Good session, good talk after, and headed home. Really not in love with driving KY910 late at night anymore. And the past couple of times I've driven home from Somerset, I've caught myself thinking about the beautiful crazy girl from Indy.
Saturday was downtime, Sunday was a lunch meeting in Louisville. Bought another set of paints at Miso's, and got home in time for most of the NASCAR race at IMS - a road course race! Good watch, lots of shots of downtown Indy for that hey-I-was-just-there vibe. Downloaded a book, read the first chapter, called it a weekend.
Really rough mental health day Monday, much improved yesterday and today. Dad and Kaiser went on the road yesterday afternoon, heading to Florida. We joked about being extra careful going through Fulton County, Georgia, but it was that Southern gallows humor, and with a grand jury getting death threats from that orange bastard's cultists, well, I'm glad Dad knows plenty of alternate routes home.
Here it is, 9:15PM and I should start winding down for the night. But there's this little plastic figure glued to a base for painting and hey Tubi has served up the last Matrix movie, so I think I'll stay up a little while longer and try to get a little creative energy going.