A mediocre opening for a forgettable film
I figure I'll have most of the day to myself, not expecting JoAnna and the boys until after 5. For most of the morning, I type up notes from 1990 and find them disappointingly trite, although I know there are some juicy tidbits to come. While fixing chicken wings, I sip a very tasty Bloody Mary. It's a lowkey -- there's that word again -- afternoon. Although the temperature is in the 60s, the intermittent rain keeps me inside. It's a bit of an adjustment once my family returns home. The solitude is shattered. I soon find that I'm repeating myself whenever I talk to Andy.
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