Monday morning always seems like a good time. While Sunday is a day of rest and church, I don't have to worry about whether secular activities like going to the store will "break the Sabbath." And while Sunday purists don't turn the evil television set on, there wasn't anything to watch yesterday anyway. I thought maybe the Lakers-Heat game might have some interest, but a few minutes confirmed that the Lakers had the game under control and that Kobe, with his facemask, was probably going to outduel the other two most brilliant players in the universe, LJ and DWade. I can't stand either team anyway.
We ended up watching another installment of Foyle's War, the British WWII saga of a police detective, his driver, and his assistant. Foyle ususally has to solve a weighty morally ambiguous issue, like whether he should exonerate some guilty murderer just because he is working on a code that could save British ships from extinction. Last night's episode was resolved as Foyle left the mansion without taking in the culprit and then listening to a loud gunshot as he reached his car. Problem neatly solved. We've come to like Foyle's War, a Christmas gift from our son Jim, and we now have about 10 more episodes to watch.
I just ordered Season 1 of Downton Abbey from Daedalus Books so we'll have something else to watch when the quizzical, unrelenting, and always-gets-his man (or woman) Foyle runs his course. Or maybe there's another season of Foyle. I love Daedalus books. They run great sales, and I find a never ending supply of mysteries for my wife to read, some great and some not-so-great but at least something that varies the best-seller stuff on the Costco book table. Of course, my wife is an expert reader and she opines that the best-seller writers often tell by far the best tales, and that's why they are perennial best sellers. Now she has discovered the Miss Read series and actually seems to really like something for a change. She reads a half dozen books a month and keeps a reading journal with brief descriptions of each book. See Daedalusbooks.com. They have great catalogues and great online service.
I can set my watch by the delivery of the St. George Spectrum and USA Today at exactly 4:05 a.m., when I am awake clearing my perennially stuffy nose. I blamed my cardiologist for her pills and told her another doctor told me a drug she gave me caused the ordeal. She informed me that the other doctor was nuts, that she had been prescribing it for dozens of centuries and never had a complaint. I saw an ENT guy and he said she was nuts, that her pills were making me stuffy. The pharmacist said to try Omnaris, but my cost after $20 contribution by my insurer was over $100 per month. If you're not on Medicare, the cost is $10 per month. Please explain that to me. So now I am trying a generic of Nasacort for $44 per month. So far not much success.
But the sun is bright and shiny in St. George, I went back to sleep until 8 o'clock, and can now look forward to turning my watch up an hour. the Roman-numeral dial on my den clock says 9:45 when it is only 8:45, so I have been subtracting an hour for six months to get the correct time. Now I won't have to do that, which will take some mental readjustment.
Have a nice Monday.