OK, I'm awake now. I'm not having a weird dream that I am dreaming. That Lamburger meal hit me like a sleeping pill yesterday.
Breakfast is still tailored back to just Oats and Coffee. The Breakfast movie this morning? It's an old favorite, "The Sting." If you haven't seen it, get it.
Nothing worth reporting for the meal today. It's something I've done before, Andouille with Horseradish and Kraut sandwiches. The stay at home pandemic movie I've chosen is the 1973 version of "Westworld."
It's comedy night for the late nighter and "Blazing Saddles" fills the billing.
MrsT would be right there with you on The Sting, she adores that movie. I've seen it once, and let's just say, it couldn't end fast enough for me. I did not (and still don't) understand the affection so many people have for it.
I love Westworld, and I even like Futureworld. Those both land right in my wheelhouse, as the kids like to say.
Blazing Saddles, of course, is almost perfect, right up there with Monty Python And The Holy Grail. Some films contain iconic lines to quote ("Make my day," "Are you talking to me," "Phone home") - Blazing Saddles has entire scenes that are imminently quotable.