Traffic in to Chicago was horrible yesterday afternoon. Stupid construction. Finally, they get done with I-90 in IL, now they had to start on I-290, making a drive down to
cruelest-month's still frustrating.
But had a lovely, if short visit. But otherwise I wouldn't see her for a whole 'nother month. So we watched a lot of Jeeves and Wooster, complained about bad writers and bad fandom, drank a lot of wine (on top of a daiquiri for me from dinner), and yelled at the SyFy movie Sharktopus for being disappointingly boring.
Back home. Ate too much lasagna and now my stomach hurts. Will try and sooth it with tea and the last ep of Inspector Lewis for the season (just have to get through a series of Wallander before Sherlock!).
Speaking of: This ep of Lewis has John Sessions and Rupert Graves. Graves as a skeezy bum. He was a skeezy journalist back in Inspector Morse days. He plays skeezy a lot. Lestrade makes for such a nice change of pace.