I worked at home today, partly because I’d tweaked my back overnight and partly because I’ve become more productive at home than in the office. Must have something to do with wearing pants.
Anyway, I had the urge to watch The Royal Tenenbaums during the day, so around 4:30 I put it on and took care of some e-mails.
After it finished, I took Rufus out for his evening walk, and as we climbed one of the big hills up the street, I thought, “Of course you wanted to watch Tenenbaums today! Your dad’s 71st birthday is tomorrow!” For someone so inward-obsessed, I’m amazed that it took me so long to make the connection.
On the plus side, Dad doesn’t seem fazed by the fact that we’re going out to dinner tomorrow night at a restaurant with the same name as his mother.