There is no miracle cure. But I cooked five out of the last five days. Nothing major, but I cooked. 5 mg Prednisone seems to be the magic number, as long as my bones hold out. Am getting bone shots soon. Five days in a row. Do you even know how rare that is? It seems like years since I’ve managed to cook more than two days in a row. Of course, I didn’t do much of anything else, so the kitchen was kind of…yeah. My homemaker helped with that yesterday, so I am back on track with relative neatness. Woo Hoo. LOL
This is still not me:
Was reading an article about books from movies. I’ve read a couple where the movie was so much better. Brokeback Mountain is one. Tim was another. Before Mel Gibson turned into that person. The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter.
Some movies were really bad representations of the book. The DaVinci Code wasn’t horrible, how can any movie with Paul Bettany be horrible?, but it wasn’t the book. Jurassic Park. The Girl With The Dragon Tatoo trilogy, although the Swedish movies were much better (and darker) than the US one I saw. Twilight. The book, while seriously…sparkles?, was a page turner once you got past the whole premise of it. Not that that makes sense, but I know what I mean, I just can’t find the right words. Harry Potter. Loved the first book, liked the second, stopped reading after the third. The movie of the first one just bored me.
Some books I won’t watch the movie. The Perfect Storm is one. I can’t imagine any one else’s imagination doing a better job than my own did while reading it.
That’s all I can think of off hand. I’m worn out from cooking FIVE DAYS IN A ROW! Woo Hoo!!!