Hana: There’s a man downstairs. He brought us eggs. He might stay.

Almásy: Why? Can he lay eggs?

Hana: He’s Canadian.

Almásy: Why are people so happy when they collide with someone from the same place? What happened in Montreal when you passed a man in the street? Did you invite him to live with you?

The English Patient (1996)

The relevance is suspect, but there it is, all the same. The English Patient is one of my cycle things…every year or so, I have a mad need to watch this movie. It is all-consuming, and perfectly silly. But here it is – about to hit again. I can feel it.

I’m pretty tired. I should be sleeping, but I’m awake. So unamusing at this hour of the morning.

Anyone remember that old, dumb game where you stuff as many marshamallows into your mouth as possible, and try to say, “Fuzzy Bunny!” That’s how my brain feels. Fuzzy Bunny!