1. The Deke and I took a short drive to Belle View Blvd. and had a tasty pastry and cup of coffee at a bakery called Bread & Water. I don't remember the last time we went out for coffee in the morning. It was fun to finally do so again.
2. Moving means an nearly endless string of things to take care of, like the Deke having her prescriptions transferred to Target this morning.
3. For the first time in a long time, the Deke and I were alone in the presence of a television set and could watch a program together and we decided to give Wallander a shot. I enjoyed Kenneth Branaugh a lot and the two episodes we watched were not only grisly detective stories, but had a visual existential quality -- many shots of emptiness whether in fields, at sea, or parking lots -- and Kurt Wallander himself is a detective doing his work in the face of his existential crises, not the least of which is his sense of malaise, both professional and personal, which Branagh brilliantly makes physical in his character's gestures and the writers have brought to life in the script.
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