Okay, so Harrison Ford is a few years older than I and he’s playing Indiana Jones again. So I think, oh, that’s going to be sad and they should have left it alone. Then I think well, he’s doing stunts and practicing with the whip and this might be inspiring.

I liked the movie; I enjoyed the movie. I’m not going to talk plot or anything . . . except to say that he didn’t appear as young as I thought he was going to. One other thing, all the way through the movie I couldn’t rid myself of the idea of “old man pants” – as in the way they fitted. I don’t know, maybe I’m wrong, but, yeah, I personally can’t get away from it – old man pants.

It’s usually when the barometer is up, the sky clear and the sun out . . . the temperature not hot. It seems to trigger emotions of things lost. I think and remember and no one is there to see my face or come up to me with the motor roaring. Trees and bushes growing and it comes to you that once you had to be careful not to mow them over; now the branches are whacking your legs . . . arms . . . and then face.

I think when the weather is uplifting and you have the surge of activity chemicals, you feel what you miss the most. It is not that the tears are unwelcome; they help. They are a love that will never be forgotten.

Not that this is bad; it is good, actually – but I don’t think I can explain it.

I fell asleep somewhere in the second hour.

I have this question: if the Andromeda parts can communicate with each other and change en masse, why were people still having the blood to powder experience after the virus had already mutated to resin-eating? Oh, I know – the writers said, “Hey, let’s have the virus do this . . . ”  Maybe they should have stayed on strike.

I didn’t mind that I fell asleep.