Movie night...

I'm all set to consult with a bankruptcy attorney on Monday. Worked up more current pricing for a pair of jobs in DC in March and April, as well as discussed the logistics with a transport group. Learned the CEO of the health group I'm shifting to was murdered and his company is one of the worst when it comes to providing healthcare. Then ALSO learned my current healthcare insurance is refusing to pay for too much anesthesia, so they're just as screwed up...and it's not making me happy.

I finally said fuck it and watched Now, Voyager, for the umpteenth time. It's ripe and has a script that would displease all screenwriting gurus, today, from the sloppiness in its structure. But it's iconic.

Bette Davis actually looks beautiful and not as mannered as usual. Paul Henreid did okay in his acting, but he was better in Casablanca. But there's always Claude Rains and Gladys Cooper to liven things up, and Mary Wickes to make it fun.

Next was The Women, a real cat-fest with Norma Shearer, Joan Crawford, Rosalind Russell and a dozen other actresses having a bitchy fun time. I don't like either of the remakes. They lost the whole point of the story by including men.

These are comfort movies to me. I know most of the lines and what will happen when; it's the storytelling that entrances me. And they take me the fuck away from the craziness of the world.

I've now gotten notes back on the first 25% of APoS-HNH, and some typos I can't believe I missed. Needed words, too. Man. There was only one I disagreed with because she didn't like my colloquial dialogue, at one particular moment. That's staying in. The rest...I'm pulling up not only the HB and ebook files but also the one I sent her to use so I can make sure I get all of them corrected.

Soon...soon...I will have all three volumes completed. Soon...