Plague Ship

B1 had a cold earlier this week, but B2 is wrestling with one. One of them gave me their cold, as I'm fighting it off, myself. So, it's all orange juice, Mucinex, and Vaporub hereabouts at the moment. *koff koff wheeze-n-sneeze* B2 seems to be hit a bit harder than his brother was.

I'm just tired. If I can get B2 to sleep comfortably, all propped up, then I'll manage to sneak some sleep, myself. We'll see how that goes. Ran errands this morning, got cold medicines and what-not for B2 and me.

The quality of light today was beautiful -- it had that autumn crisp air, like cool but sunny, with big puffy white clouds and vivid blue skies.

Hard to believe B2 will be 6 this month, and before I know it, there'll be snow on the ground!

Unbalanced

I have to laugh at this writeup of Catherine Deneuve in SALON, in the "Underacting Hall of Fame" section today...

While rewatching Catherine Denueve’s breakthrough performance in 1965′s “Repulsion,” in which she plays a transplanted Frenchwoman losing her mind in London, I was struck by the magnificent paradoxes of her lead performance. She’s at once numb and alert, opaque and transparent. She’s lost in her own thoughts, her own manias, and yet even though neither she nor the dialogue give you many specific clues as to what, exactly, is happening to her, you still feel it, and get it. It’s a performance that ought to seem boringly general but that instead seems achingly specific. It’s not “insanity” that’s being portrayed, but one particular character’s insanity. All this comes through because Deneuve has turned herself into a blank slate onto which the film’s environment can inscribe itself.

To me, this reads as textbook Libra. ;)