My wife had work to do last night, so I tried to settle in and watch a video. I could not find our copy of "It's a Wonderful Life", though (although, oddly, I think we have two), so I plunged into Robert Donat's Oscar winning 1939 performance in "Goodbye, Mr. Chips". Our video of that movie has serious "tracking" issues, though, which made me turn it off in sheer frustration in short order. I need to dig out the paperback and re-read it for the xmillionth time. It makes me happy. I'm always intrigued by how much more "literary" so many folks are in their reading list than I am. I like books that are a good read, and I don't mind at all a bit of sentiment along the way.
I went into my office for a short interlude, to discover to my relief that no thermonuclear client crisis had erupted in my absence. Then I went to nearby Springhill Park in Rowlett, which had a nice little walking area, with a fishing pond that looked fishing-worthy in a future trip.
Meanwhile, I'm wondering if life really gets any better than the riff on "Cortez the Killer", except that as soon as I say that, I wonder if the hand-clap syncopation on "Golden Years" isn't just as good.