Leatherheads

I’m in the throes of a full-fledged head cold. I’ve been emptying the tissue box, drinking TheraFlu and partaking of more than my fair share of Halls throat lozenges. Yesterday morning I sounded like the bass singer from the Statler Brothers. Today, more like Kermit the Frog.

We’re back down in the low 30s again, though it promises to be up to the 70s by the end of the week.

The Unit tied up the two-part story about the war theorist being caught up in the middle of real battle conditions, along with a couple of good subplots. I didn’t expect the new girlfriend to be some sort of heiress, but it seems like that storyline hasn’t yet run its course. I expected Cold Case to be more seasonal, but it was a decent episode. Given their usual style, I thought the little souvenirs was going to play into the solution to the mystery more, but they were essentially red herrings.

We watched Leatherheads with George Clooney and Renée Zellweger the other night. A cute movie that looked and felt like it might have been produced in the 1940s with Doris Day and Rock Hudson. It didn’t review particularly well at the time, but we both enjoyed it.

I spent the weekend working on an full outline for a project that will keep me occupied during the first two months of ’09. A contract should be forthcoming in a few days, we hope, and then it will be full speed ahead. Part of the challenge of the project will be keeping it reined in to 25-30,000 words, as I suspect it could easily grow out of hand.